107 Pale Satellite

A week passed after Park Seok-hyeon was dealt with. In the meantime, Ian had cleaned out his one-room apartment and signed for a detached house.

Of course, he bought it outright.

If it had been an ordinary house, he never would have been able to buy it with just a few hundred million won, but the area had been ravaged by a major fire once, and ghosts appeared there often too, so the price was incredibly cheap. Thanks to that, Ian could afford to buy it without much trouble.

What was there to hide?

It was the same neighborhood he’d visited while handling the library request. There were almost no people and plenty of empty houses, so Ian had no reason not to move here. The price was low to boot, making it practically impossible to find a better listing than this.

A fire? Who cared. Ghosts? Even better. He was short on materials anyway, so please, come out already.

He knew that a sosa-gwi (燒死鬼) was considered a rather dangerous ghost in Buddhism. But humans were scarier than ghosts to begin with, and mages were scarier than humans. So ghosts should show mages a little more respect.

And as for what becomes of ghosts that fail to do that, Ms. Lee Seoa, the ghost-type Pokémon master living over in Busan, was proving it firsthand.

‘Come to think of it, didn’t Seoa say she was coming up to Seoul too? When is she planning to get here?’

As that thought crossed his mind, Ian neatly stacked the things he’d brought into the house...