Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 107.2

I recalled the work tips I had received on the first day.

Ireum-nim? Anyway, it’ll start calling you by something weird and babbling about happiness and some nonsense like that. Just yell back at it, curse if you have to—it’ll shut up.

If you don’t want to curse, just tell it to get lost.

Weird.

Even if the second sheet of tips had been corrupted, the hints it provided were accurate.

Because.

“Get lost.”

The way to banish it is to ‘completely reject it after realizing its identity’.

Does it need implicit agreement and acquiescence to steal my time?

If I don’t give my permission, that’s the end of it.

So...

“Um, what’s wrong...?”

“Get lost.”

I declared again, still with my back to it.

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Seriously? For real?

After giving permission twice already?

“Get lost.”

“Roe, what’s with your tone? Even if something’s wrong, why are you speaking like that to a superior...?”

“Get lost.”

“Huuh? Hey, wait, Roe. Isn’t that too harsh? I’m just trying to help you finish cleaning...”

“Get lost.”

“I don’t want to... But, well, I’ll just stay here quietly... I mean... it’s not like I said anything bad to you...”

“Get lost.”

“......”

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What a shaaaaaaaaame

The voice behind me warped, growing twisted.

To reject the blessing granted to us pitiful beings who can’t leave even a single letter’s worth of impact on the foundation of this world. What a shame.

If you had handed over your meager story, we could have filled it with IREUM-nim’s luminous grace. IREUM-nim would have acknowledged us. How unfortunate.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“Get lost.”

Pity...

I clenched my teeth.

“Get lost.”

The bizarre murmurs behind me began to fade.

And then...

It went quiet.

“......”

It seems to have given up targeting me.

‘Phew...’

I almost collapsed from the release of tension but managed to hold myself together. Instead, I began to think critically.

I couldn’t hear any footsteps yet, so as soon as it moved somewhere else, I planned to run out of here and report everything to the Security Team.

That was the plan...

Bee-bee-beep.

“......!”

What gave it away?

‘There weren’t any logical inconsistencies back then either...’

What was it?

A sense of unease only someone familiar with the real person would notice?

A nuance in the way they spoke?

‘Or...’

As I frantically analyzed and pondered, another soft and composed voice came from beside me.

“Jay-ssi, please don’t feel guilty. Just act on your judgment. I’ll accept it.”

......

Ah.

‘I understand now.’

So that’s what it was.

I pressed my fingers against my temples and spoke.

“Jay-ssi, please pay attention to the purpose behind their words. Who’s trying to engage you in friendly conversation and draw you into the situation?”

Back then, when it appeared as Assistant Manager Eun Haje...

It was excessively friendly, considering the circumstances.

Someone who had just escaped confinement and was trying to avoid detection wouldn’t behave like that.

‘If it really had been Assistant Manager Eun Haje, she wouldn’t have gone out of her way to reveal herself and convince us. She would’ve hidden until she could escape.’

Especially since she said she had an escape item and just needed to wait for the lockdown to lift.

Taking the risk to talk to us immediately didn’t make sense.

An odd, situationally inappropriate response.

So...

“Who is unnecessarily making sociable remarks in this strange, dangerous situation? Who seems to have an ulterior motive?”

I spoke calmly.

“There’s no need to trust me entirely. Just shout at that guy to leave and ignore him—that’s enough to banish this ghost story. Or you can call for another Security Team unit...”

“Hmm.”

The Security Sergeant rose from his position.

And then.

“It’s this one.”

A massive, wolf-like creature’s black claw came crashing down toward my head like a guillotine.

‘Fuck...!’

In the split second before I could even close my eyes—

Thud.

It wasn’t my head that flew off.

It was the doppelgänger’s.

“......!!”

Squelch.

The grotesque shadowy claw, dripping with the crushed remains of the doppelgänger, rose back up with a sickening squelch and returned to the arm of the Security Sergeant.

“Um.”

“......”

“Are you okay...?”

I looked down at my orange cleaning uniform, now drenched in the doppelgänger’s blood, and collapsed to the ground.

“......!”

“Yes. Thank you.”

I survived.