Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 370
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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 370
The mass looks at the sparkling dream incubator.
At the liquid contained within it.
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Over five million dream points ripple in brilliant colors.
The mass continued to watch.
Even though it couldn’t feel any meaning.
“Sol-eum. Just wait a moment, okay?”
Even when people took turns standing guard like sentries protecting the space,
Even when the mascots outside intermittently stopped moving as if they had malfunctioned.
Even when it was left alone before anyone realized.
It remained there in the dark research facility, together with the brilliantly rippling dream solution.
Together with the astronomical essence of dreams gathered as a result of Kim Sol-eum’s work.
And then.
“Hello.”
One person opens the door and enters.
The brilliant dream light casts sparkling light and shadows across that face.
“…Sol-eum.”
Go Young-eun.
That person who was Kim Sol-eum’s colleague carefully tries to close the door, then notices Hae-geum Agent following behind and leaves it slightly open as she walks in.
And she looks at the mass in the tank.
Her face isn’t clearly visible due to the shadows.
“I successfully rescued my family.”
The light ripples.
“Thank you. Thanks to you… I was able to reach home without getting lost.”
The mass recognizes the sketchbook paper in Go Young-eun’s hand.
The map the mascot had given her.
A map that guides to the destination.
“You helped me.”
…
“So… I came because I want to help with anything I can. They said I was needed.”
Go Young-eun takes a deep breath, then adjusts her voice trying to achieve a more casual tone.
“On the way here, I saw various people at the resort. And not just people…”
She hesitates slightly.
“At the resort… I saw a strange entity claiming to be Noru’s friend, with a TV for a head instead.”
…
“It said its name was Brown.”
Go Young-eun’s gaze looks at the items placed next to the tank containing the mass.
Kim Sol-eum’s belongings.
Especially the pink rabbit doll placed on the neatly folded suit.
But her gaze soon returns.
“It told me it wanted to give me a hint.”
The host had said, according to her.
“That this time, no specific sentence would be needed for making a wish. That the wish would just come true.”
…
“It said that was the truth Sol-eum had confirmed.”
The truth Kim Sol-eum had discovered.
The traces left at Joyful Research Institute.
Confirmation of a similar product to the children’s paradise syrup produced by the pharmaceutical company.
The designation is Wish Ticket.
The mass also recognizes words that had been deleted and unreadable at the time.
Because it’s that kind of existence.
“When I checked, the agents really were keeping such documents.”
Estimated to be a degraded version with the incubator’s cultivation function deleted and the liquid concentration required for production arbitrarily adjusted downward.
Degradation examples:
Requirement for verbalized sentence expression.
Deterioration of worldline alteration function.
Compromised wish fulfillment rather than paradise’s arrival.
Daydream Company’s ‘Wish Ticket’ is a degraded version.
And if the degraded version requires ‘verbalized sentence expression,’ it means the original doesn’t need it.
Meaning it fulfills the user’s wishes exactly as conceived without distortion.
And the reason the late night talk show host gave Go Young-eun that hint was…
“Since Sol-eum can’t make a wish right now… I’m going to make a wish in Sol-eum’s place.”
Someone who wouldn’t steal the opportunity to make a wish.
Someone who had sufficient friendship with Kim Sol-eum.
And among the people ‘Kim Sol-eum’ knew, the person who had used the Wish Ticket most rationally and wisely looks at the mass with a determined face.
“Sol-eum.”
Go Young-eun’s hand grips the side of the tank.
The mass sees Go Young-eun’s fingers trembling, pale with anxiety.
“Honestly… I’m not as rational a person as Sol-eum thinks I am.”
A desperate voice is heard.
“I’m not a genius either.”
…
“This situation too… I don’t know if I can really make Sol-eum’s wish exactly as it should be. Because,”
The trembling voice speaks the truth.
That is…
“Actually, I only found my mother.”
“My father was out, and he couldn’t return home…”
…
“I’m worried I might unconsciously wish for my father to return home alive.”
Her voice trembles.
“But when I told Agent Choi about this, he checked on my father’s whereabouts through a divination ritual. And then… he told me.”
The trembling subsides.
“That my father hadn’t passed away.”
…
“Just that… he’s receiving sincere counseling from someone.”
The sound of drawing in breath is heard.
Go Young-eun’s eyes are firm as she raises her head.
“So maybe, I can do it.”
…
“No, I will do it. Of course, I can’t ignore the possibility of wavering during the process, so Agent Hae-geum will hold onto me. So that my resolve and sincerity won’t waver.”
The mass sees the shadow of the agent approaching this way.
“Everyone else, please… guard the resort so there are no other problems during this process. …The mascot has stopped. I thought you might be curious, so I’m letting you know.”
The mass doesn’t react.
Looking at the pile of flesh, Go Young-eun caught her breath.
“Then… I’ll begin.”
Go Young-eun puts gloves on her hands.
They belong to Ryu Jae-gwan, items that protect against malevolent infiltration from supernatural phenomena below wave-level.
But even at higher grades, they can withstand it for a moment, Ryu Jae-gwan had explained calmly and quickly…
“Young-eun. This is a ritual, so the one who will consume it must lead from the beginning.”
“…Yes.”
Go Young-eun nods at Agent Hae-geum’s words.
And she inserts her gloved hand into the pile of Golden Dragon’s flesh.
Squelch.
The mass knows.
The gloves are defensive equipment that won’t last even a moment.
That hand is melting away.
This is toxic.
But Go Young-eun grits her teeth and rummages through it, through the organs and flesh and bones. And inside it…
“Found, it.”
She pulled out her half-melted hand.
In her grasp was a small disc-shaped object, dripping with dark golden liquid and flesh.
Grip Tok.
Go Young-eun hurriedly takes the regeneration potion that Agent Hae-geum offers into her mouth.
And without delay, after wiping the liquid off the Grip Tok, she heads to the bottom panel of the Dream Incubator.
The trace where a button was torn off.
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There… she attaches the Grip Tok.
Just as Kim Sol-eum had done one day in front of Agent Choi.
…Click.
Kim Sol-eum’s purpose is fulfilled.
“…Done. Then we move to the next step.”
The voice of the agent carrying the Death Grim Reaper Sword rings out.
“Since it would be more stable for the subject of the ritual to participate directly in the ritual, at this most appropriate moment… Kim Sol-eum participates.”
Creak.
The mass perceives.
The tank is being moved.
The mass feels the force of someone pushing the tank containing itself…
J3, who had quietly entered the room and gotten up, is moving the tank.
The crushed pile of flesh in the tank shakes and ripples against the walls.
And when they arrive in front of the Dream Incubator…
“…Here.”
J3 lifts the tank and pours it halfway forward.
Squelch.
The mass’s form that overflowed from the tank writhes and hits the front panel of the incubator.
Liquid messily stained the bottom of the panel.
But it was also a definite action.
As the weight of the flesh pressed down…
Click.
The mass pressed the button on the Dream Incubator.
The button for making ‘Children’s Paradise Potion’.
Whirrrr-
The sound of machinery operating can be heard.
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The numbers on the panel fluctuate.
Then drop.
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Inside the Dream Incubator’s tank swirls violently.
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The lights that had been like colorful holograms condense, and golden light seeps through the gaps.
Condensed lights flicker here and there in the massive liquid.
People stare blankly at that spectacle…
At the stream of light like the Milky Way.
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It pours down.
People who make wishes upon shooting stars.
People who imagine there might be paradise on those distant stars.
Perception and symbolism.
All of it, all the dreams of wishes and paradise pour down and gather at one point.
A star shines brilliantly in the black universe.
And…
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It gets sucked down below the tank.
Whirrrrr-
All of the overflowing ecstatic liquid,
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disappears.
“….”
Click.
The machine stopped operating.
And from the bottom came the sound of something being ejected.
“…!”
Go Young-eun picked up what had fallen at the launch port beneath the Dream Incubator with trembling hands.
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