The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 50

“Where’s Shin Haram?”

“Who?”

So he doesn’t know the name.

“The guy Choi Hoseok told you to rough up a while ago.”

“Oh, that… the chopsticks guy?”

Well, Shin Haram is a bit skinny.

Doksa(or Viper) looks at me, shocked.

“W-wait… don’t tell me… that chopsticks guy is your…?”

“Yeah. He’s the one I’m looking after. Where is he now?”

His face goes even paler than before, and he starts banging his head on the table.

“Ughhh… Hyung-nim. I swear, I really, really didn’t know! I didn’t know he was your guy!”

“Whatever—just tell me where he is, now!”

“Eek!”

Doksa led the way, and I followed behind.

The office lights were already off.

Steam was rising from the bodies of Doksa’s underlings sprawled all over the place.

“Hyung-nim, these guys…”

“They’re not dead. Wake them up later.”

“Y-yes, sir…”

I followed Doksa(or Viper ) down into the building’s basement.

There was a musty-smelling storage room in one corner.

Inside, a man was slumped precariously on a chair.

It was Shin Haram, who’d been missing for days.

*

His condition was terrible.

His lips were split and bleeding, both eyes were swollen shut,and scratches covered his arms and legs.

“Please… let me go… I don’t want… to work there anymore…”

Sensing someone’s presence, he quietly muttered, eyes still shut.

That was the strongest protest Shin Haram could manage.

“This son of a bitch…”

I normally hate cursing—I don’t even say damn—but this time, I couldn’t help it.

Doksa trembled beside me,feeling the killing intent leaking from my Blessed Strength.

I placed my hand on Shin Haram’s forehead.

As warmth left my palm, his body began to glow faintly.

His split lips healed,his swollen eyes slowly subsided,and the scratches on his arms and legs faded away.

Doksa, watching from the side, recoiled in horror.

“Hy-hyung-nim… this is…”

Not fear—reverence.

He had just witnessed a miracle.

“I can heal people. And…”

I lowered my voice and glared at him.

“I can break them, too.”

Overwhelmed by terror, he drooled and slammed his head to the floor.

Groans like “Ughhh, aaahhh, hrgghh”—incomprehensible noises came as a bonus.

I checked Shin Haram’s condition and laid him down gently.

He was still unconscious.

“Let’s go.”

“W-where to?”

“Choi Hoseok’s company.”

It was time to finalize Shin Haram’s recruitment.

*

Doksa(or Viper )checked the meeting room and made a phone call.

A few guys with similar builds came in and dragged out the ones on the floor.

Office employees looked at us with anxious expressions.

Choi Hoseok was sprawled in a corner, face pale as a sheet.

[When someone experiences extreme terror in a short time, their mind collapses.If left alone, he’ll live like that for the rest of his life.]

‘I’ll fix him. He needs to fall to the bottom while fully conscious.’

The reason I spared Doksa was simple—he’s the tool I’ll use to destroy Hoseok.

You fight poison with poison.

“Choi Hoseok said there’s a contract with Shin Haram. Bring it.”

“Yes, hyung-nim.”

A moment later, Doksa came back in holding the contract.

It was a contract signed with the company as an exclusive composer.

In other words, Shin Haram wasn’t an employee—he was a contracted artist.

“Damn, what kind of contract is this…”

He was receiving 800,000 won a month as a creative support allowance.

After subtracting meal costs and rent, Shin Haram was left with just a little over 300,000 won.

He was being exploited on an annual salary of barely 4 million won.

And that wasn’t even the worst part:

[Copyrights shall be permanently managed by “Party A.”]

[Moral rights shall be permanently exercised by “Party A.”]

[All audio recordings shall be permanently owned by “Party A.”]

Of course, “Party A” was Choi Hoseok’s company, and “Party B” was Shin Haram.

With these clauses, they legally stole the creator’s work.

If this wasn’t an unfair contract, nothing was.

Shin Haram’s personal seal was stamped on it.

No sane person would sign this kind of contract willingly.

I’d have to ask him later if he even knew what he was signing.

“I’m terminating this contract. You got a problem with that?”

“Of course not, Hyung-nim. I’ll handle the rest.”

Shin Haram’s contract issue was resolved.

*

I placed my hand on Choi Hoseok’s forehead.

Warmth returned to his body, and his complexion began to look normal again.

But when I checked his eyes, only the whites showed—he still hadn’t regained consciousness.

I called Doksa(or Viper ) into the conference room.

“I’ve got something for you to do.”

“Just say the word, Hyung-nim.”

“When Choi Hoseok wakes up, you deal with him.”

“When you say deal with him, you mean…?”

Doksa didn’t know what kind of work Choi Hoseok did at the company.

So I gave him an example using Shin Haram—explaining how he’d been exploited for years as part of the composition team.

I broke it down in the simplest way possible so he’d understand why it was a problem.

“You said you trade crypto, right?”

“Yes, Hyung-nim.”

“Then imagine this: You stayed up all night watching charts,dug up info from every corner, skipped meals, and grew your crypto stash.”

“Heh, that’s the good life.”

“But then Choi Hoseok comes along, sweeps up all your coins,throws you a few bucks, and walks away.

Then he starts giving seminars all over, claiming he’s the one who made it big,even shares ‘his’ method.

How would that make you feel?”

Rage flared in Doksa’s eyes.

“Feel? I wouldn’t give a damn about my feelings—that bastard needs a beating and his eyes gouged out.”

“Well, that’s exactly what Shin Haram went through.”

“…Ah.”

“And he endured that shit for five years.”

“I’m sorry, Hyung-nim. I didn’t realize…”

“One more thing. Let’s say you didn’t know who Shin Haram was—but Choi Hoseok knew he was under my protection,and he still ordered you to mess him up.”

“…….”

“You’re the co-representative now.You handle it.Make sure he never sees the light of day again—make it as painful as possible.”

“Understood, Hyung-nim.”

My divine gift carries both love and justice.

I always consider love first, but evil must be judged for the sake of justice.

That’s why I handed Choi Hoseok over to Doksa.

I’m not a god—I can’t love or forgive someone like him.

*

I stood up to go check on Shin Haram.

Just then, Doksa( or Viper)suddenly dropped to his knees.

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“Please… Hyung-nim, won’t you take me in?”

“What?”

“After what happened last time, Executive Director Geum and Seokdae-hyung have turned their backs on me. But after seeing your ability, I knew this was it. I won’t be a bother—just let me call you big brother.”

Sigh… He must think I’m some kind of boss.

[It reminds me of the rich young man who asked the Son of God how to gain eternal life.]

‘Rich young man?’

[Yes.

When the Son of God was on earth, a wealthy young man was deeply moved by His teachings and came to Him at night.

He asked how to gain eternal life, and was told: “Sell all you have, give to the poor, and follow Me.”

The man had great wealth, so he walked away sorrowfully.]

‘Isn’t that too harsh? Why make him give away everything he worked for?’

[It was a metaphor—not to value material things over God. People today desire even a few cents more than salvation.]

‘But why bring that up now?’

[This guy looks rich. Try saying what was said to the rich young man. People worship Mammon more than God—so if you put a condition like that, he’ll probably back off.]

‘Mammon? What’s that?’

[The demon representing greed in the Seven Deadly Sins.]

I didn’t love the metaphor, but it seemed like a good way to shake Doksa off.

“You got a lot of money?”

“Hyung-nim, you need money? You came to the right guy. Hahaha!”

He started bragging about his wealth, and it wasn’t just talk.

Despite being a gangster, he had several legitimate businesses.

In terms of scale, they rivaled some mid-sized corporations.

“I had a nose for money even before I got into this life. I would’ve made it even without using my fists.”

“You didn’t make it through drugs or anything, did you?”

“Oh no, I don’t touch drugs. There are lunatics who just toss it around in clubs, but they never last. Lending money is much safer.”

He wasn’t choosing to be good—just choosing the lesser evil.

This guy’s whole way of thinking was on a different level.

“If you really want to be my brother, shut down all your businesses and only keep enough to feed yourself. Then come find me. I don’t like people with too much money.”

“Ah, that… that’s…”

“Of course you can’t do it. I don’t mind if you call me Hyung-nim, but don’t ever ask me to take you in as a brother again.”

I left the office, leaving Doksa(or Viper)frozen in place like a statue of despair.

As expected, the divine prescription worked perfectly.

I couldn’t leave the unconscious Shin Haram alone in a studio apartment, so I brought him up to the rooftop room.

As I laid him down, the Divine Spirit spoke to me:[Place your hand on his forehead.]

‘Why?’

[This person still doesn’t know about your divine gift.]

As I placed my hand on him, the wounds I had healed earlier reverted to their previous state.

‘What the hell? I just healed him—what’s the point of this?’

[It’s makeup. They just look like wounds.]

With Team Leader Baek Hakyung, it was special effects.

Now it’s makeup.

A cool breeze blew past, and it felt nice.

I was grilling sausages on the porch, planning to enjoy them with a beer, when Shin Haram came out of the room.

“Is this… your house, Manager?”

“Yeah. Come sit. The sausages are almost done.”

I cut the nicely grilled pieces and set them in front of him.

“What happened? I was definitely locked up in a basement… but now I’m suddenly here…?”

“Someone helped. I can’t say more because their identity has to remain secret. I’m sorry.”

The real reason was that I’m a god, but Haram seemed to think it was some powerful figure.

I gave a vague explanation about being rescued with the help of someone like that.

Before he could ask further questions, I quickly changed the subject.

“This… was said to be your contract. Did you really stamp it yourself?”