Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 234

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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 234

Let us serve Name-nim.

Let us serve Name-nim.

Let us serve Name-nim.

Let us serve Name-nim.

Let us serve Name-nim….

Even though my ears are buried in flesh, they echo. The language of the fanatics from the Happy Ending Cult, the Mumyeong Chanran Temple sect, reverberates through space and shakes the elevator….

….

Suddenly.

The elevator I’m riding is now in a different space.

Drip.

A dark space where the sound of water droplets falling can be heard.

Basement.

An unknowable ominous atmosphere. Humid coolness and dampness, moldy wood, and….

Corpse.

It’s Kim Heo-woon’s body cut in half.

They have been neatly arranged and displayed in the dark basement. In coffins containing dozens of dried chrysanthemums and sunflowers, and children’s belongings.

I became happy

Blood drips down the chrysanthemums.

Do you want to become happy too?

The corpse in the coffin approaches closer. Fear, the screams of those forgotten and disappearing, resignation, the only escape, the last happiness humans can bestow upon humans, painless death, the interruption of narrative….

Do you want to become comfortable too?

However….

How frightening it must be. The end of the story, instinctive fear of death, ah, how good it would have been not to know. How peaceful the heart would be if it were an ignorant death met without knowing.

But you have come to know. Death chosen by oneself loses the meaning of happiness.

Therefore, for you there is only one salvation….

Above all, because I know.

‘Name-nim isn’t like that.’

It’s no different from facing the centipede in Jisan Village.

In the end, I was just standing blankly in an underground space that someone had clearly dragged me into, looking at scripture fragments.

I could have escaped using my ‘Reading’ ability if I wanted to… but probably there’s no need for that.

The person who dragged me here must be here.

“Huh? You’re not going to write it down?”

Sure enough, something suddenly pops out from behind the coffin where the corpse is placed.

The perpetrator of this incident, who appears to be an executive of the Happy Ending Cult, gracefully turns around and spins the dusty school uniform skirt in the basement.

The light of ‘Name-nim’ illuminates the dust floating in the air.

Showing their back, they say.

“This is really good stuff… why aren’t you writing it down? Why aren’t you writing it down, then….“

Standing upright.

From the one standing straight.

Only the head turns to look at me.

Rolling….

The head attached to the back falls and rolls toward me.

Thud, the moment it touches my feet.

I was looking at the underground passage of Daydream Corporation’s main building again.

But this time the underground has a bizarre appearance. A passage with a strange appearance of red flesh pulsating.

Blood vessels attached to the head stretch long and reach the end of the passage. As if that sight itself has suction power, it tries to suck me in….

There’s something in the head.

‘A dream?’

I instinctively realize. This is the type of ghost story where you ‘get sucked in’ the moment you respond to those words.

…It seems like that Mumyeong Chanran Temple ghost story has properly marked Ho Yu-won and me as targets for new evangelism or management….

Sigh.

‘What should I do.’

The bizarre sight can no longer cause great disturbance in me, but would it be okay to just wait until the Security Team arrives?

‘It would be better not to get involved with Mumyeong Chanran Temple though.’

About the Happy Ending Cult figure wearing a school uniform… I think I’ve read investigation records that mentioned them several times.

However, since Mumyeong Chanran Temple has so many insane individuals of all kinds, I can’t be certain just from the school uniform, but I should be able to respond.

And.

‘…They just killed a person right in front of my eyes.’

….

I’ve decided.

‘Let’s suppress them.’

Even if my brain gets somewhat damaged, I’ll endure it.

I reached out my hand.

That was the moment.

“Alright.”

Something grabs my arm.

I turned my head.

Ho Yu-won, who had been riding the elevator with me, is smiling and answering….

To the Mumyeong Chanran Temple head.

“Let’s go together.”

…!

Wait, you….

A tongue emerges from the head.

…!

The one who had ‘evangelized’ us.

That delicate-featured youth still wearing a school uniform was moving Kim Heo-woon’s corpse together with a twin-like male student who looked exactly like them and was also wearing a school uniform.

And when our eyes met, he smiled brightly and then moved his steps again…

“Should we follow them?”

Ho Yu-won and I slowly followed them. Following that bizarre procession to the very end of the corridor…

“Let’s spread happiness.”

An open, massive cavity appeared.

A space that could be called the plaza of an underground bunker.

That place was already filled with coffins.

“Spread happiness.”

The people who stopped there put corpses into empty coffins.

When the people who finished their work gathered in a circle, an elderly male who appeared to be the eldest came forward, raised both hands, and covered his head.

And he shouted.

“Let us pray for happiness.”

Everyone made the same motion.

“Be happy. Be happy. Be happy…”

In the space filled with coffins, countless people raised their hands above their heads and prayed earnestly.

“May the misfortune of being born into this world find peace in death, may they be happy.”

‘…’

So I understood.

Where this place was.

In other words, this place is one of the ‘Final Ritual Sites’ operated by the Happy Ending cult.

‘I really came right into the heart of Mumyeong Chanran Temple.’

And I’m certain.

Those people are all already insane.

Mumyeong Chanran Temple isn’t a place like the Disaster Management Bureau that tries to maintain reason and emotion, striving to remain human.

This ritual that looked earnest and peaceful at first glance, like a place of mourning, was the same.

‘They killed them all themselves.’

And that too… probably relatives.

To join the Happy Ending cult as a lay believer, one must commit at least one murder, and the target must be someone the prospective member truly wishes happiness for.

So this seems to be the initiation ritual of the Happy Ending cult.

‘This is insane.’

For me to see this directly.

Really unnecessary…

Now people are coming out and talking about who they killed, how good that person was, crying and laughing.

If there had been food above, I would have vomited.

[Good heavens, I had some expectations since it’s a cult.]

…??

[It’s not even typical. Where did all the sacrifices and fire, goats and pentagrams go? Who would have thought it would be so utterly tame. Can you exploit believers with that kind of showmanship?]

…It seems it was too bland for the taste of a ghost story talk show host marinated in stimulation.

Really, that was such a Browndown comment… Phew.

Ah, come to think of it.

‘Earlier… didn’t you say something before I lost consciousness?’

[Oh, I asked if you needed help, friend!]

[However, it happened too suddenly to confirm your intentions, so I was watching for now.]

Hmm… well, I understand.

Anyway, I didn’t have the mental capacity to pay more attention to this topic. The situation was getting even more insane.

“Be happy!”

Eventually, the people who finished their testimonies were pushing the corpses into strange black boxes.

The ritual seemed to be over.

‘They keep going in endlessly.’

That’s probably some kind of supernatural device too. I suspect they’re trying to recycle the corpses. So…

I stopped it.

Just before the coffin containing Kim Heo-woon was placed in front of it.

“Happi…”

At that moment.

All the people conducting the ritual looked at me.

A strange being emitting black smoke with horns.

Yet instead of screaming and running away, they just silently stared at me.

And someone’s murmur.

“Divine Authority?”

The whisper spread.

“It’s Divine Authority.”

“Who is it…?”

And one of them stepped forward.

The one who had converted me.

He blinked his eyes looking at me, then eventually nodded coolly.

“You want to keep it personally? Alright. That’s fine!”

Hah…

I opened the zipper on my wrist and put Kim Heo-woon’s corpse into the tattoo drawn on the amorphous flesh.

I want to make it clear that I didn’t feel good about it…

‘If I were my normal self, I’d probably be trembling already.’

The Happy Ending cult executive who had been watching that incredibly bizarre sight with sparkling eyes smiled at me.

“Anyway… you saw it, right? That Love Paradise kid you abandoned became happy too!”

…

“Welcome to the Happy Ending cult.”

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