Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 13.1

In <Dark Exploration Records>, when entering a ghost story, data transmission and communication usually become impossible, isolating the participants.

‘This is the typical structure of a ghost story.’

But stories become more interesting when there is interaction and conflict.

I vaguely remember reading in a ghost story that some teams in <Daydream Inc.> have a disposable item that allows for emergency communication.

‘Is this button one of those?’

While my mind raced to deduce the situation, my mouth started talking immediately. Time was of the essence!

“Are you the leader of D-squad?”

[Yes.]

“I’m Kim Soleum, the new recruit in D-squad. I have something urgent to report.”

I decided to lay it all out!

“In 30 minutes, all of D-squad will be dead.”

Even if the other person was startled, it couldn’t be helped. This was the most efficient way. I needed to calm him down and explain…

[I see.]

[I’ll take a five-minute briefing.]

“……”

Why is he so calm?

Sure, mass deaths are a routine occurrence in the Field Exploration Team, but this is a bit…

‘Is there something wrong with his humanity…?’

I almost got confused, but the situation was urgent, so I let it go. I quickly summarized everything that had happened so far.

“There was an anomaly during the D-Class Darkness, Tuesday Talk Show.”

I explained about the members of another squad who had intruded mid-show, the quiz show’s sudden cancellation, and the insane choir segment that had just begun.

[How many employees are left?]

“Three out of seven remain. All of D-squad is still alive, but once the break ends, we’ll all be dead.”

The D-squad leader responded concisely.

[I see.]

[Buy yourself another 30 minutes.]

“……”

Is that even possible?

“I don’t think that’s feasible.”

[In that case, there’s nothing we can do.]

He has a knack for enraging people who are about to die in less than 30 seconds.

‘I don’t have time to waste on this nonsense.’

It’s true that the higher you go in the Field Exploration Team, the more some employees seem to lack basic morality or common sense, but experiencing it firsthand is truly infuriating.

‘Does he think his team members’ lives are a joke?’

I was about to hang up and figure things out on my own when…

“……”

Wait a second.

“What would change if we had 30 more minutes?”

Why did he ask for more time?

[Right.]

[If you could hold off until 55 minutes from now, I could get approval from the security team and rent the strongest weapons and entry devices.]

His low voice explained calmly.

[The entire process, even if handled retroactively, would take about 40 minutes, and it would take an additional 15 to 20 minutes to enter the Darkness.]

“…If that process is completed, could D-squad be rescued?”

[Probably, yes.]

“……”

A Field Exploration Team member capable of entering an A-Class Darkness alone and suppressing the supernatural phenomenon using special equipment?

The only people capable of that would be…

‘A named character.’

The person I was talking to had to be one of the employees I’d read about in the <Dark Exploration Records>!

‘Someone with a significant or memorable role…’

Chills ran down my spine.

Several candidates flashed through my mind. My brain was spinning.

“Stealing equipment from the security team… yeah, that’s impossible.”

[……? Correct.]

The security team’s operations are heavily restricted to maintain narrative coherence in the ghost stories, and their security is airtight. It’s true that such an act would be impossible based on the rules.

‘But if this person really is one of the employees I think he is…’

There might be a way!

I swallowed nervously and asked,

“…May I ask what mask you wear, sir?”

If he said the nickname I was thinking of…

[Lizard.]

“……”

Ah.

It’s you.

“Section Chief.”

We had 20 minutes left.

“Based on what you’ve told me, I’ve come up with a plan.”

Let’s go with this.

* * *

[Ah, Mr. Roe Deer!]

Break time was almost over.

Holding a water bottle from the waiting room, I returned to the talk show set.

Human. Number 2. Human, human!

Against the backdrop of two employees who had been exposed to ‘choir practice’ for several minutes and whose complexions had drastically worsened, the host with the old TV for a head extended his hand toward me.

[Are you feeling better? Ready to create the best broadcast ever?]

“Yes. Thank you for your consideration.”

[Haha, a contestant’s condition is key to delivering the best moments on the show!]

His tone was surprisingly friendly, considering the host’s previous behavior.

It seemed the Smiley Sticker’s effect was still active.

‘So far, things are going as expected.’

I carefully chose my next words.

“…You really put a lot of passion and energy into this show, Mr. Host. I think that’s why you always make such captivating broadcasts.”

Perhaps it was the most extreme situation, but flattery was coming out of my mouth effortlessly, without a trace of shame.

[Such high praise! But a broadcast is something everyone creates together. Mr. Roe Deer, you are a part of that too!]

No, that’s not the direction I was going for…

“I appreciate your kind words, but there’s no comparing me to you, the one who leads this great talk show.”

This was the direction I needed.

“But I was surprised that the format of the show changed without notice to someone as important as you…”

[……]

“There’s no live audience, we’re using recorded applause, the punishments are gone… even the band has fewer members.”

I recalled the black-and-white broadcast posters in the waiting room.

They were all talk shows with live audiences, where real-time communication was part of the experience.

If that waiting room was the host’s personal space…

‘There’s a good chance the host doesn’t like this new format…!’

“It feels like the changes were made to cut costs across the board.”

There was a risk of being beheaded if the host misinterpreted my comment as an insult to the talk show. But staying silent would lead to death anyway.

I had to do this.

I glanced back, pretending to look at the stage, and managed to continue speaking.

The conductor with the dead pig’s head.

“…Could the reason for this revamp be that it cost a lot to book that guest over there?”

[!]

The emoticon on the host’s TV screen disappeared.

But it soon returned with a smiling emoticon.

[That’s none of the contestant’s concern.]

“I apologize.”

Please, spare me.

Honestly, I’m so scared I haven’t even properly looked at that pig-headed creature.

“I was just such a huge fan of the Tuesday Quiz Show and was really looking forward to participating. I must have said something rude because I was disappointed by its cancellation…”

[Ah, what a kind thing to say! But… show business is ruthless.]

The host’s TV screen quietly turned black.

[If the viewers prefer this format, then as an entertainer, it’s my job to adapt quickly to what they want…]

“I see.”

I swallowed hard.

“But isn’t it still uncertain how the viewers feel? …At least for me, I preferred the old format. The real-time interaction with the audience and the excitement of the live Tuesday Quiz Show.”

[……]

“To change the show so abruptly, without even discussing it with the host… ah, never mind. I’m sorry. I’ve spoken out of turn.”

I pretended to hesitate, then added,

“I just… I had a lot of fun earlier during the live broadcast. My heart was racing, and it was quite exciting.”

[ – ]

The host stood silently.

The TV screen made a faint static noise…