Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 159

Kim Soleum thought.

If a certain “kind friend” had been with him in this ridiculous situation, he could guess exactly what they’d say.

—Oh! Deception. A highly effective governing technique since ancient times. Guiding the masses to a particular scene—it’s getting more and more exciting…

Something along those lines.

‘Come to think of it, I’m walking on all fours… No room to carry that rabbit doll now, huh.’

A mindless thought. No, he was desperately trying to distract himself.

Because the stares burning into his back were too much to bear.

‘Ugh.’

Behind him, both Daydream Corporation employees and Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau agents were following as if entranced.

No, even the mermaid juveniles—the children—were trailing after him.

‘This much…?’

Sweat threatened to break out.

It was true that he had deliberately orchestrated the moment for both factions to see each other. The confusion would amplify the psychological effects of the fake Necronomicon.

But he hadn’t expected it to work this well—to the point that not a single one of them had retreated, and they were all following him.

‘If they catch on, I’m screwed…’

If those veterans realized what was happening, he might as well prepare his will. His paws felt damp with sweat.

Yet, miraculously, Kim Soleum managed to keep it together. His survival instincts—honed since his rookie days at the ghost story company—worked in his favor.

Because of that, he was now perceived as an incarnation of some eldritch horror that had just caused the terrifying, supernatural phenomenon they had witnessed.

Even by someone who had begun to suspect the truth about this cat.

"Excuse me."

Baek Saheon.

The goat-masked employee walking beside the cat finally managed to open his mouth after several minutes of hell.

"What the hell is going on…"

The cat stared.

It stopped walking, fixing its blood-red eyes on the black goat.

Silently. Wordlessly.

"……."

"……."

"……Ugh."

In the end, Baek Saheon clamped his mouth shut, cold sweat trickling down his temples, and started walking again with spinning vision.

‘Didn’t die.’

‘Didn’t kill him.’

‘At least it definitely has a purpose.’

As people’s thoughts slowly started clicking back into place, rationality attempting to regain control—

The terrifying being in the shape of a cat spoke again.

This time, a different word.

[10]

…A countdown.

"…!"

[9]

And the cat’s pace quickened.

[8]

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