It was surprisingly common to find incidents on the wiki where Baekilmong Co., Ltd. shoved dozens, even hundreds, of people into a single Ghost Story at the same time.
Because it was entertaining.
I had even experienced it myself once, not long after joining Baekilmong.
The place where dozens of employees had died.
‘The Mansion of the Blind….’
Even now, my mouth went dry when I remembered that mansion where a bizarre exhibition was held and people were charged their eyes, ears, noses, mouths, and limbs as the admission fee.
[Once again, there will be a special night assignment today.]
So from the moment more than a hundred workers were gathered and moved in the evening, I had a rough idea of what was happening. A PTSD alarm was flashing wildly inside my head.
‘This is one hundred percent it.’
They intended to drive every one of these workers into a single Ghost Story.
And exploration records like that usually had their survival rate cut in half.
Because that made them entertaining to read.
‘Damn it.’
I forcibly relaxed the expression that wanted to bare my clenched teeth.
Instead, I looked at Jin Nasol. She seemed to have roughly guessed it too, her eyes sunken as she gathered her painkillers. As expected of an elite team member….
“These pills are weak as shit. Are you sure this is all they had?”
“……Yes.”
I did not know.
‘Let’s not trust her that much….’
In this bloodless, tearless, senseless Ghost Story world, it was better for my well-being to trust only myself. No, even I could betray myself….
“Ah, f*ck, I need to rest my body so I can work again tomorrow. What the hell are they doing calling people out at night like this?”
“No, they said they’ll add night-shift pay and give us up…