Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 238

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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 238

Fear.

Terror.

Emotions that were once familiar to me are being revealed in the words of the twin Happy Ending Cultists.

Though I cannot feel them now, I know what those feelings are like, so my mood sinks endlessly at this shocking realization…

‘They’re afraid of Name-nim.’

So they’re acting like this to appease the Wiki Writers?

The Happy Ending Cult itself?

[Oh my, but simply appeasing others is what amateurs do! A true entertainer must have their own vision.]

But that makes it feel even more desperate.

The desperation of being forced to do something you don’t want to do.

Especially when that task becomes more horrific.

Crushed by an uncertain and malevolent divine being, struggling to escape from that malice alone.

‘Who… should I blame for this?’

If this world became like this because the Wiki Writers wrote it that way, no, but if you think about it that way, the Ghost Story Creators were just writing stories too.

Who would think that the ghost stories they wrote actually exist?

How should I accept and act in this situation?

Splash, splash.

Meanwhile, the sound of human bodies falling into the alcoholic liquid continues without end.

The cult members of the Happy Ending Cult, contaminated by ghost stories, lining up to jump into the alcohol.

An insane sight.

“Come on, let’s make alcohol!”

The person playing the role of the twin older sister had already concealed her desperate expression and was cheerfully shouting again.

“What fun things shall we do with this alcohol? Exciting, right? Right?”

It’s suffocating…

“No.”

…!

“Wow. A cult acting like a cult.”

I turned my head.

There was Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je with an indifferent expression.

‘Deputy Manager?’

“Deceiving lay believers and exploiting them to the bone while saying something different themselves – that’s the typical behavior of a cult.”

Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je steps forward.

“And the way they delegate their decision-making criteria to others too.”

…

“Noru. There’s no grave without an excuse.”

The journalist who had succeeded in revenge looks at the cult members who had shown fear.

“I can understand having sympathy thinking that those people are also victims brainwashed by the cult.”

Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je pointed.

At this underground bunker, the place where dozens have died so far and people are still dying behind us.

“We mustn’t forget the situation.”

I realized.

Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je doesn’t know about the implied meaning in the twins’ words, the details I noticed.

Because she doesn’t know about the relationship between the Happy Ending Cult and Name-nim, about the Wiki.

But because she’s not buried in details, she can point out something more clearly.

The essence.

“Those guys are killing people right now for their own benefit.”

And I knew people who would never make such choices even in similar circumstances.

…

My head cleared up a bit.

But…

‘Was it really necessary to provoke them so openly…’

I looked back at the twins.

The smiling head turns directly toward Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je in grandmother form.

Creak.

“You’re not a grandmother, are you?”

…

Damn.

“I knew it, but I’ll let you taste the alcohol first! Let’s see Name-nim and have a happy ending.”

“Everything’s been exposed but you’re still pushing that. Ah, Noru. There’s no need.”

I immediately stood between the twins and Eun Ha-je, but Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je shook her head.

“Because we’ve bought enough time.”

Crack.

The sound of something breaking.

And…

Bang!

Water pours out with an explosive sound from the white body made of cheap plastic, not thick ceramic.

The jar brewing alcohol has broken.

‘…!’

The human bodies and parasites that were inside spill partially onto the floor.

I hastily catch the remaining people throwing themselves into the air with fog and roughly sweep them down below, while simultaneously confirming that Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je is safe.

It seems she tried to escape taking advantage of the confusion, as Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je quickly gave me a look, but…

“Wow. It explodes well.”

Ho Yu-won walked out.

In his hand was an empty medicine bottle.

‘Explosion D-grade.’

…A Baekillmong potion.

The director of Baekillmong Corporation smiled slightly.

“No matter how much it’s for entertainment, leaving suspicious individuals in an important location like this… your judgment is quite regrettable. Isn’t this why such incidents occur? Seo-yu, Seo-bin.”

The twin executives stare blankly at the scene.

The half-broken alcohol jar and the one afflicted with nine-tailed fox disease.

“Ah, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t do this – it was the grandmother here who did it… I just picked up this empty bottle.”

“Ha.”

“Anyway… judging by your actions, you seem to feel fear toward the unknown… Then,”

Joy appears in Ho Yu-won’s eyes as he looks at the twins.

The joy of one who has figured it out.

“Your identity is still human, isn’t it?”

The conditions for the prohibition spell have been met.

The plague approaches.

“Could you make a promise with me?”

And the twins who had been standing there blankly….

Smile brightly.

“Hey. Should we just turn this entire space into an alcohol jar?”

“That sounds good.”

What?

“You gather the initiates. I’ll tell the dragon and fox about Name-nim here! Let’s pickle the dragon and fox in alcohol too.”

“Alright.”

[You chose a frontal assault. Oh, now a bloody pandemonium of blood and terror will unfold….]

[If there are any escaping initiates, quite an interesting horror tale could be passed down! Alcohol, a cult, and a fox plague!]

Ho Yu-won trying to place prohibition spells on the executives to extract information and turn them into puppets, and the Happy Ending Cult executives trying to pickle us in alcohol.

The problem is that I’m caught in between them.

Ho Yu-won naturally dragged me into his conflict.

“Then I’ll start with the dragon!”

Lee Seo-yu’s head falls off.

It rolls across the alcohol-soaked floor drawing a long red trajectory, and strange red cloth spaces flicker and project around us….

‘Damn it.’

And the sparks from this insane situation could fly to anyone.

Even to Deputy Manager Eun Ha-je.

‘I can’t let that happen.’

In that case.

…I ended up grabbing the rolling head first.

“Huh? Huh?”

Just as the head smiles brightly and tries to swallow me.

I cover it with smoke first.

And I read….

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