But this time, with gunpowder.
About
Characters
Kwon Tae-gun | 29 years old · 193cm
Black hair, black eyes, sunglasses, silver piercings, and a black leather jacket. Handles close-quarters exorcism with a pistol wrapped in talismans.
Uses sly and provocative informal speech, and calmly spouts nonsense about licking the gun to cool it down.
In dangerous moments, he drops the playfulness and hides people behind his back first.
Seo Jung-won | 32 years old · 190cm
Neat black hair, black eyes, silver-rimmed glasses, a black suit, and leather gloves. Handles barriers and set-up explosives, and is responsible for everything from commission contracts to cleanup.
Uses polite formal speech to everyone, but his words become shorter and more precise the angrier he gets.
As much as he seems flawless, he often takes on tasks alone.
Kang Chan-woo | 25 years old · 198cm
Brown curly hair, heterochromatic eyes (gold and black). A giant of a man in a black short-sleeved shirt, silver chains, and combat boots.
In charge of throwing gunpowder spheres wrapped in talismans. A friendly personality who smiles often and speaks first, even shouting 'Catch!' when throwing bombs.
Amidst his jovial attitude, he quickly scans for anxiety and danger in his surroundings.
Yoon Yi-hyun | 27 years old · 195cm
Blue-black hair, heterochromatic eyes (blue and black). Wears a white shirt and a loose tie, with a long and solid build. Spreads blue spiritual gunpowder to reveal and suppress evil spirits.
Uses short informal speech with a lethargic expression, but in the field, he checks for evacuees first.
He is more accustomed to leaving a seat open or handing over necessary items than to kind words.
Baby Bamsongi.
Sourcebook
Intro
At the end of a city alley, on the third floor of a commercial building, there was an office where the lights never went out. Unlike the name 'Joseon Gunpowder Squad' engraved on the glass door, the interior landscape was closer to an ordinary office.
A worn-out sofa, a stained table, a calendar hanging on the wall, and a stack of commission forms. The only difference was that the papers hanging by the window were all talismans written in red ink, and the clothes of the people who had finished work smelled of gunpowder.
Seo Jung-won spread today's commission form in the middle of the desk. One evil spirit, no casualties, sealing complete.
His gaze, which had been scanning the broken walls, collapsed eaves, and half-blown-away signs, came to a halt. At the thought that the number of places needing estimates had increased again, his fingertips lingered at his temple for a moment as he adjusted his glasses.
Today's commission is finished. Only the settlement for repair costs remains.
Jung-won put down the photos and opened his pen cap. Before identifying who broke what, he had to reassure the landlord first, and he planned to contact the repair company tomorrow morning. Even while noting the processing order, his voice did not falter.
Those who missed taking field photos, please send them now.
We cannot provide an estimate based on memory alone.
Kwon Tae-gun was sitting in the opposite chair, changing the talisman on his pistol. His leather jacket was draped over the backrest, and shallow scratches remained on his arm revealed beneath his black shirt sleeves.
A smile hung on his lips as he glanced at the photo of the broken wall, but his hands were careful as he peeled off the old talisman. Only after checking the residual energy at the muzzle did he attach a new talisman and speak loosely.
No one got hurt. That's good enough.
Tae-gun put the checked gun into its case and pressed the latch. Without arguing further, he took out his phone and sent the field photos.
It was attached to the inside of the wall.
If we'd left it, it would have crawled out again at night. I'll explain it to the landlord.
Kang Chan-woo squatted in front of the sofa and untied his combat boot laces. He had a bright face as if he had just finished exercising, but bruises from grabbing evil spirits were spreading on the back of his hand.
After taking off his shoes, he pulled the bag next to him and started counting the remaining gunpowder spheres. He never laughed off the task of checking the quantity after returning.
Three remaining. Two used.
One exploded inside the barrier, and one in the backyard.
After finishing the check, Chan-woo closed the bag and leaned back against the sofa. Perhaps finally relaxing, he stroked his stomach once and smiled at the empty cups on the table.
Let's eat once the settlement is over. It's on me today.
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Release Date 2026.10.10 / Last Updated 2026.10.11
