Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 117

"What a dilemma! A moment of difficult choices, my friend."

Brown's cheerful voice echoed in my ears.

"So, Soleum, you’ve got only ten passes in hand, but there are forty-five unfortunate candidates who will suffer unspeakable agony on that altar of rotten flesh."

"What criteria will you use to pick the forty-five sacrifices? And among them, how will you choose the ten dramatic exceptions?"

"A trial? A vote? A selection process? A lottery? Ah, no matter the choice, it all seems terribly tragic..."

Brown’s voice rose with excitement.

"But isn’t the heart-pounding tension, the pressure, the immersion, the sigh of relief, the joy, and the despair... the essence of a show?"

"This is the pinnacle of the moment. Oh! And here comes a panelist with their thoughts!"

At that moment, Jin Nasol spoke.

"Does it matter?"

"Deputy Manager?"

"I don’t see why it matters if there are ten doses of painkillers or just one. Just pick forty-five people and make them jump. That’s all there is to it."@@@@

Her tone made it clear she didn’t understand why this was even a question.

At this point, I could grab anyone and tell them, “You’re one of the forty-five chosen for this loop. Please jump one by one out the window.”

And the unaware would jump, without painkillers, straight into torture without warning.

"Actually, we don’t even have to stop at nine. Just make everyone keep jumping until there are no more altars."

"......."

"So let’s go push them off..."

"That’s not allowed."

"...!"

The response came from someone else.

It was the Chief.

She stood below Jin Nasol, her gaze steady.

"...What did you say?"

"I said, that’s not allowed."

"Is that so?"

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