Mistaken for a Catastrophe-Level Ghost Story Employee 40

Chapter 40.

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/Ghost Story Journal

[Warm Memories of That Day]

:Identification code Cd-B-1750

Grade B.

Do you remember the warm embrace of your mother from childhood?

If you don’t remember, she will remind you again of the warm embrace of your mother.

Embrace her.

And

Remember.

Recall your memories.

Recall moments you loved, hated, and were grateful for, and sob in her embrace.

And when you raise your head again.

【The mother you’ve been searching for will be looking at you.】

Mother is always by your side.

Physical suppression ■■■.(Safe.)

Mental damage ■■■ ■■.(Safe.)

Additional note.

Embraceher embracher embracher embracher embracher embracher embrace……

-[Ideological contamination occurred]-

Viewing of this material is prohibited.(Viewing is prohibited for all staff.)

Large amounts of mental damage detected from the journal.

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[Warm Memories of That Day]

The being currently in front of my eyes is such an entity.

Despite being B-grade, it’s one of the special cases where viewing itself is prohibited for all staff in the organization.

One might wonder if it should receive a higher grade assessment than B.

This one is different from other ghost story entities.

Unlike other ghost story journals.

Strangely, there aren’t many records left for the exploration of this ghost story called [Warm Memories of That Day].

Regarding this point.

The author who created this ghost story explained in their own way why there are few exploration records of their ghost story.

ㄴ.A mother is no different from a god to a child. So when refuted, one falls into hell.

Just an absurd answer from the author, as if to say that’s just how it is.

So if we compile all the descriptive information here.

Simply put.

The mere act of encountering the current ghost story [Warm Memories of That Day] or reading its exploration records causes massive mental damage.

Therefore, the hypothesis that even the organization person who wrote this ghost story journal might already be someone who has received mental damage from the ghost entity.

So one must be careful.

The total amount of mental damage emitted from her body is beyond imagination compared to other entities encountered so far.

She can be considered a ghost story version of a ‘succubus’.

Swish.

!

Suddenly, one large white hand gently caressed Park Yeon-jeong’s cheek.

Following this, a faint whisper that endlessly circled one spot, as if tickling his ear, caressed Park Yeon-jeong’s ear.

【You look pale.】

The white hand traced down his cheek and stopped at the tip of his chin.

My gaze directly faced the pale woman’s face, and the woman with long silky black hair.

Her jewel-like red pupils sparkled.

And……she’s big.

Ah. I mean her height, of course.

【If you need, I will soothe that feeling of anxiety for you.】

Throb.

It has begun.

Despite wearing glasses with the title of mental damage immunity, an inexplicable small headache pounds in my brain.

【There’s no need to hide in front of this mother…my child.】

I am not your child, though.

If I let her have her way, I might soon find myself in her embrace, enjoying peaceful rest.

Without doing anything in her embrace.

Just sleeping in her embrace.

Starvation death.

I carefully placed my hand gently on top of the palm she had extended to me.

And I bowed my head.

To reduce the mental damage even a little.

“It’s an honor to meet you like this.”

I bowed at the waist in succession.

The one currently in front of me is a ghost story, but also a customer who came here to purchase Noise’s item.

【……As I heard. You’re an interesting person.】

【I want it.】

You mean the item I bought, right?

That’s what I thought.

Park Yeon-jeong immediately began to quickly explain the original purpose of coming here.

Throb.

Oh my head.

Let’s really finish quickly and leave this place.

“I came because I heard you wanted to purchase a ghost story.”

【Yes. I heard that person is doing quite an unusual thing…I was curious.】

Again.

Again, an entity referring to Noise as ‘that person’ appeared.

I remember the Thousands of Eyes entity also used the term ‘that person’ with me.

-You, you have that person’s item?

At that time, the situation wasn’t favorable so I just let it slide.

But this confirms it.

The fact that among ghost stories, this guy called Noise is considered quite unusual even among ghost entities.

And why does one F-grade ghost story have so many hidden settings?

I really wanted to find the original ghost story author and grab them by the collar to ask why they put them in such bizarre settings.

Moreover, if it’s mentioned from the mouth of a B-grade ghost story…

But

Perhaps not viewing my internal monologue favorably.

Suddenly!

!!

The ghost story thrust her pale face in front of me.

【You were just thinking of something else while I’m right here.】

【This kind of treatment is………】

【New.】

?!?!?!

【I like it.】

What?

A theatrical monologue where she seemed to be beating her own drum just now.

Soon she looked at me with a quite satisfied face for a while.

【Now, that ghost story? Item? Product…what should I call it?】

She suddenly crossed her arms, rested her chin on one hand, and seemed to be contemplating what to say.

Taking advantage of the quiet moment, I took out a book that I had kept inside my employee ID card.

And watching that scene, her eyes sparkled, and she looked at my employee ID with eyes full of interest.

“It seems that was also made by that person.”

She looked at the temple ID hanging around my neck with eyes like a child witnessing something miraculous.

Whoosh.

She slowly pushed her hand into it.

“…It’s warm.”

Along with saying it’s warm.

Swoosh.

…Ex, excuse me.

Ghost story child’s mother?

You’re too close.

And how far are you planning to go in?

As she approached as if about to push her entire massive body into the temple ID.

“…Ahem!”

I intentionally cleared my throat.

“Ah!…Oh my, I’ve shown unseemly behavior in front of a gentleman.”

Noticing my intentional throat clearing, she immediately returned to her seat.

When I thought the situation was finally prepared for a proper conversation.

I handed her a book I was holding. She received the book and examined only the cover, turning it this way and that.

“Let’s open the book once.”

“Open it, you say?”

Following my words, she gently opened the book she was holding.

Flutter.

As the book opened, among the many fluttering pages.

♯♪!

The conductor who appeared before us after a long time.

As soon as he came out of the book, he seemed to express anger by moving his tiny arms left and right on the paper.

“This small one is the ghost story, I see.”

!!

Suddenly, the conductor’s anger towards Park Yeon-jeong subsided in an instant.

The conductor’s small body slowly turned his gaze to her who was looking down at him.

“Nice to meet you.”

!!!!

The conductor’s body froze.

The scene was just like seeing our three teddy bear musketeers.

He probably showed this reaction after realizing she was a higher-grade ghost story than himself.

I was curious about what she was going to do with this ghost story.

“…By any chance. What do you plan to use it for?”

So I gathered some courage and asked.

Noise said she enjoys listening to music, but even so, a ghost story entity appreciating music like humans?

Really?

“I heard this person is quite an excellent conductor.”

Flinch.

At that moment, as if responding to the words that came out of her mouth, the conductor’s frozen body slowly began to move.

She too, as if excited, continued the conversation while pressing her palms together.

“I have a hobby of listening to music.”

“Sometimes it’s necessary. Time to relieve the fatigue accumulated in the body while listening to music.”

“…I see.”

I found it a bit unexpected that her stress relief method was so surprisingly wholesome.

I hadn’t thought there would be someone with such an ordinary hobby among ghost stories.

“Could I perhaps hear what’s called that melody once?”

Is this the development of checking if it works well before buying the item?

I nodded vigorously.

As her pale face brightened, her gaze soon fell upon the small conductor.

“Let me hear it. That melody you speak of.”

!!

The conductor, who had been frozen until just now, slowly began to move his stiffened body at her request to hear the melody.

Pop!

A small baton that suddenly appeared, sized to match the small conductor.

Whit!

With the movement of the baton, musical notes began to move.

A performance began for a single guest.

*****

…♩.

The conductor’s baton stopped in mid-air.

That was the signal indicating the performance had ended.

And so his performance, neither too long nor too short, came to an end.

“…Truly, that was the best.”

♪.

Her face was now flushed, with reddened eyes and an excited expression, trying to compose herself.

“…I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

I too appreciated the conductor’s so-called melody in this place.

And

I had momentarily forgotten what the word ‘melody’ meant.

Melody (screams.)

“Good! Music!”

Wiggle, wiggle!

Along with it, the ghost story child and our three teddy bear musketeers also seemed quite impressed by the conductor’s melody (screams).

They seemed excited, running around here and there.

But currently, Park Yeon-jeong’s face had turned as pale as the woman’s face in front of her.

Having listened to dozens, hundreds of various screams echoing throughout this room for several minutes under the pretext of appreciation.

I thought I was going crazy.

For a moment, I almost joined in that melody (screams) without realizing it.

I had momentarily forgotten that those before me were ghost stories.

When they said they were listening to something called music.

I had indulged in my own clumsy flight of imagination.

I thought again not to make such clumsy misconceptions.

Park Yeon-jeong decided to now focus not on such trivial emotions, but on making the customer in front of him purchase the current ghost story product.

“Do you like it?”

Honestly, at this point, I just wanted her to say whether she liked it or not quickly.

I wanted to leave this room right away.

Throb.

And was it because I had been in the same space with her for too long?

Throb!

My consciousness was gradually becoming blurry.

Even though they said it perfectly blocks mental damage, my body couldn’t withstand the strain.

So while I was just waiting for the transaction with her to end quickly.

“Yes, I really like it.”

“Then, what should I give in return?”

“…Pardon?”

I paused for a moment at those words about giving something.

Of course, it’s natural to receive something as the seller, but.

What Noise had said at that time was.

-All you have to do is sell the product, have a simple conversation, and return.

There was no nuance suggesting she expected anything in return.

Therefore,

“No, it’s just that the right item has gone to its owner. So I won’t accept anything in return.”

Honestly, I was curious about what that payment would be.

But

Throb!!

For a moment, I almost lost consciousness.

I’m at my limit now.

Especially after hearing that conductor’s melody, the strain on my body felt like it had reached its limit.

The same pain I felt when thousands of eyes were on me.

I’m really at my limit.

“Then, I’ll be going now.”

Stagger.

I lost my footing for a moment.

Grab!

She caught me as I was about to fall.

“Th-thank y…”

“…Child.”

Suddenly!

The voice transmitted through my skull rings directly in my eardrums.

A woman’s voice spreads deep throughout my entire body.

“My child.”

“Child of that person.”

“Finally, you see me.”

“……”

This one.

She was waiting.

Waiting for that moment when I reached the limit of mental damage I could endure.

Strength won’t enter my body.

My vision is blurring.

The trembling of my body won’t stop.

But.

When the white hand entered between my shirt and caressed my abdomen.

The trembling stopped.

Only her red gaze entered my field of vision.

My arms slowly wrapped around her waist.

Drip.

Ignoring the red blood flowing down my nose.

Park Yeon-jeong unknowingly murmured.

“…Mother.”

The white hand endlessly caressed the man’s face, responding with an eerie smile to the gaze of a man looking at her.

“I was curious.”

“If I make that person’s child mine.”

“What melody would that person let me hear.”

“And……”

…Haa.

Her breath filled with warmth fell on a man’s face.

“It’s hard to hold back.”

She carefully embraced the man’s head,

and the man’s face slowly, naturally seeped between her bosom.

“How much joy you will bring to this mother.”