Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 241

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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 241

I opened my eyes.

But there was nothing to see.

I tried to move my hand.

But nothing moved.

I was fixed in place, unable to do anything.

And so I realized.

Why the countless intelligent beings trapped in this Garden Praise Temple’s box were tortured helplessly for decades until death, unable to use any of their abilities or items from when they were alive.

‘I’ve been swallowed.’

I couldn’t perform any action.

My body was now tightly gripped and sealed by something.

For the purpose of meditation.

Digestive fluid was being secreted.

-This is hell, hell, this is hell. How can it hurt this much? I realized the horror of what primitive pain truly is. The repetition of the saddest memories from life, stimulating deep trauma – such descriptions are lukewarm and complicated, just comfortable displays by those who live in comfort. I’m envious. True pain comes from the body, this pain that destroys the mind.

-This pain of needles scraping away membranes and nerves layer by layer! Pain throughout my entire body! The twisted skin above my organs, whose location I can’t even tell, burns endlessly. It’s like being trapped in an eternally burning hell. My mouth, are they opening my mouth and pouring digestive fluid into it? No! I’m grateful there’s no esophagus, no wait, it feels like the esophagus is being pierced…

The sound echoing in my head.

The voice of the Seeker, reciting exactly the pain I felt, the anguish and analysis and begging and screaming.

And…

-Don’twanttodiewan’ttodiedon’twanttodiewan’ttodiedon’twanttodiewan’ttodiestop!stop!stop!whywhy?whyisthishappeningithurtssomuchhurts!hurts!!Name-nimIdidvaluableworkithurts!Ididvaluableworksavemekillmesavemekillme

-I’m suffocating. I can’t bear the pain. I knew instinctively. I won’t be able to endure this for decades. I think it’s rather fortunate that I came in here myself, but even predicting how long this thought will last is chillingly painful, my mind won’t even blur. This kind of supernatural disaster is…

The voices of two other intelligent beings.

The voices of others being tortured echoed right next to me, displayed to each other – this was the completion of the ‘Seeker Inside the Box.’

Like this, we would be helplessly connected as part of the Seeker in the digestive fluid, suffering decades of pain amid the maddening whispers created by each other’s agony.

The digestive fluid served as a kind of preservative, making us unable to die while feeling pain with clear consciousness.

Madness, terror.

But this insane pain that wouldn’t let us escape into madness!

‘Happy Maker…!’

I desperately missed that item that wasn’t in my hands now, but I, I…

‘Endure.’

I tried to produce smoke.

No, I converted myself entirely into smoke.

Since smoke was my component, it was possible without movement. The smoke tightly filled what seemed like the Seeker’s nurturing pouch that had sealed me.

Even as smoke, the pain didn’t fade, and every surface, every point of contact screamed in death throes.

But if there was just one difference.

‘Smoke is a gas.’

Within the smoke, from the very innermost part, I manifested just one part again.

The horn.

And I barely managed to shake it.

Jingle.

The sound of the bell attached inside the horn rang out clearly.

‘…Ha!’

The pain didn’t fade. But my thinking ability and willpower recovered.

‘Something, to do.’

Something I could do!

I knew there was another human next to this pouch that had bound me so I couldn’t move at all.

‘…Slowly, slowly.’

For the first time, I was grateful that I couldn’t find my vocal cords even though I wanted to wail.

‘This time…’

I brought out a point of skin under my uniform to what corresponded to almost the surface of the smoke.

My tattoo.

‘Inventory…!’

The tattoo that touched this strange membrane that had sealed me – I tried to put this membrane itself into it.

But it didn’t work properly.

‘…!’

Every attempt to put it in only made the pouch narrower. The volume decreased by as much as I put into the tattoo. Enough to overload even my smoke-transformed body.

‘It doesn’t work.’

And as if secreting lubricant, only more digestive fluid was produced!

-Pain! Pain! Even transforming into black smoke doesn’t make the pain disappear. Rather, it intensifies.

No physical resistance worked. Inside the box, victims were components inside the Seeker’s stomach, so they couldn’t harm the Seeker!

But I received the physical pain in full. What an unreasonable, hellish ghost story this was.

-No, stop, the digestive fluid, I’m going to die, no, pain like dying, even at Daydream Company, even on the Tamna-bound Train, I’ve never experienced this insane pain, what the hell is this

Then.

-Grape Agent?

…

…!

-This can’t be. Why? Why Grape Agent instead of a villain? I assume what pushed me was resentment toward the Disaster Management Bureau, no, the pain makes the reason no longer important. No.

-I have to stay here for decades feeling this pain? That person too?

The Seeker displayed mental pain as well.

Bronze Agent’s mental pain.

And mine as well.

-I’m used to pain, I can endure it. I am, used to pain, I can take other forms so it’s a bit better. Shaking the bell within the smoke, no, it’s painful! Pain! No, I can endure…

At that moment.

-I got it! Thoughts associated with pain can be heard by the other. Associated with pain, pain and…

Bronze Agent realized.

And the Seeker’s whispers that had been displaying pain changed.

Faster and more unstable, as if reflecting the subject’s condition.

-I am in pain. So if I can partially transform into smoke, if even a little free movement is possible within it, I would immediately use the five-colored shoelaces to escape from this pain.

…!!

-Right now. I can’t bear this pain any longer. Let’s tie the shoelaces and walk. I just need to fulfill the act of walking! Quickly!

….

And I recall again.

‘Bronze Agent can’t get out even with shoelaces.’

Just like at Rookie Mart when his legs were cut off and he couldn’t use the Five-Color Shoelaces, that person who is sealed now cannot get out.

Only I can get out.

So after I leave.

The others who remain will continue to be displayed and suffer in this place they can never escape from.

Along with the new person the box swallowed in my place.

….

….

-I can’t hear Grape Agent’s voice. Did they perhaps get out? Am I the only one receiving this pain? It’s hopeful, but in the end, won’t I end up cursing them for going out alone? This terrible pain….

I turned part of the smoke into the shape of a hand.

Exposing bare skin,

I touch the membrane.

To the ‘Seeker Inside the Box’.

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