Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work [Novel] Chapter 11 - Chapter 11 is available as a full text chapter. Published May 16, 2026 and updated May 16, 2026.
Translator: Nox
Chapter 11
I Still Have to Go to Work Even if I Fall into a Guedam
I Still Have to Go to Work Even if I Fall into a Guedam Chapter 11
I Still Have to Go to Work Even if I Fall into a Guedam Chapter 011
The circumstances align.
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The tragedy began in the 70s, USA.
Talk show.
Theme: Twilight (D) Rank Darkness.
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[Hello, viewers! The joy of Tuesday, the heat of Tuesday.]
[You are watching! The ‘Tuesday Quiz Show’!]
The live broadcast began.
Accompanied by a upbeat band performance, a host in a suit waved to the cheering audience.
It was a classic American talk show.
Except for the fact that the staff’s faces were all blurred out, and instead of a head, the host had an old television set.
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The host explains that the talk show has a different theme for each
specific day of the week
, but there are no recorded cases of entering on other days.
Entry is only possible for the ■day talk show.
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[Has everyone been waiting for Tuesday? So have I! It’s the only day we get to see our lovely new faces, the quiz show contestants!]
“….”
It matches.
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The Field Exploration Team enters from the 12th session onward, fully equipped with a
past question answer sheet
for the main segment of the ■day talk show, ‘The Quiz.’
Through the 110th session, they have
successfully escaped
without casualties across
99 explorations
. (Including prizes)
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[Incredibly… for the past few dozen weeks, there hasn’t been a single incorrect answer! Amazing, simply amazing….]
It matches.
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However, the 111th session.
An anomaly occurred during the
100th
exploration.
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[Will the contestants be able to get the right answers this time as well?]
Ba-bam-bam-ba-bam!
The lights flared with a sound effect.
Seven podiums were arranged in a semicircle.
Three of them.
Specifically, the podiums where the Assistant Manager, the Deputy Manager, and I were standing were highlighted by pinpoints of light.
[It’s Badger, Peregrine Falcon, and Mr. Roe Deer.]
[A big round of applause for everyone!]
Oooooh!
The invisible audience broke into applause.
I felt like I might faint.
Could it be… just maybe.
[Oh my god, breaking news!]
“…!”
The host made a fuss as he received something from a staff member.
[It’s been quite a while since all our contestants got every answer right, hasn’t it? The duration is a whopping….]
A whopping.
[98 sessions!]
“……!”
[That means today is the 99th! Haha!]
I lived.
‘It’s not the 100th…!’
My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.
‘Right, the probability of hitting the 100th exactly was low to begin with.’
I almost gripped the podium in relief, but I held back.
Because it was clearly written in the PDF of the ‘Tuesday Talk Show’ answer sheet I had received earlier.
—Disrupting the broadcast will result in incineration.
It wasn’t even a penalty. It was ‘incineration.’
And this was a live broadcast.
In short, if anything seemed even slightly off, I was dead.
[Will the 99th contestants continue the winning streak and pass the baton to the 100th? Or will this incredible record come crashing down?]
[Stay tuned and watch!]
I turned my head.
The Deputy Manager and Assistant Manager on the other podiums didn’t look particularly tense; they gave me a light nod or a smile.
Like people proceeding with the certainty that this was a patterned Guedam where safety had accumulated for 99 sessions—nearly three years.
‘Deep breath.’
It’s okay.
…It will be okay.
I took a deep breath in and let it out.
[Well then, Mr. Roe Deer!]
“Yes.”
[Are you very nervous?]
“Yes. It’s my first time participating in a quiz show like this.”
[Ah, good, good…. Then let’s start the first question lightly!]
Strange text appeared on the host’s head, the old TV.
It was an unfamiliar and ominous linguistic system I’d never seen before, yet I could read it. A surge of headache and nausea rose and then vanished.
[Question: Choose the item that is not suitable as a component of a human being.]
- Water
- Iron
- Oil
- Soil
“…Number 4, soil.”
[Correct!]
The quiz show proceeded… smoothly.
‘The themes are somewhat gruesome, but the questions aren’t at a level where they’re impossible to answer.’
Furthermore, the effectiveness of the past question list the Field Exploration Team had smuggled out of this Guedam was certain.
They weren’t exactly the same, but they were close enough that there was no difficulty in picking the right answers.
‘If anything, since I have to use my brain, the probability of getting it wrong is even lower.’
[Unbelievable! Correct!]
[Another one?]
[Ahhh, ah… he’s conflicted. He’s conflicted……. Yes, number 3! What is the fate of Mr. Roe Deer, who chose strangulation?? ……Correct! Hooray!]
The past questions aligned well, and things progressed without a hitch.
I made an effort to match the broadcast atmosphere as much as possible, sometimes pretending to deliberate before giving my answer.
‘I have to get through this broadcast somehow.’
The obsessive thought dominated my mind.
During the commercial break, the host said things like ‘Please participate again,’ which I brushed off by pretending to be interested while screaming internally.
Past question 2, 3, 4, 5… and past question 9.
[Mr. Roe Deer! This is the final question.]
I could finally see the end of this crazy situation.
[Incredibly, the other contestants are continuing their winning streak by answering every single question correctly!]
[Will Mr. Roe Deer be able to connect the final link?]
From the other podiums, I saw my superiors either waving slightly or nodding at me.
Now, it was over as long as I got this right.
[Are you ready?]
“Yes.”
[Good!]
The question appeared.
[Question: Choose what percentage of blood loss results in death for a human.]
- 40%
- 45%
- 50%
- 55%
“…….”
Did they put in a trap because it’s the last question?
I steadied my breath.
“The answer is… Number 1,”
[Ah, he chose Number 1….]
“And Number 2.”
[…!]
“And Number 3, Number 4…. All of them.”
[…….]
“On average, a human’s life becomes endangered when they lose about 30 to 40% of their blood.”
[Oh.]
“Therefore, they would also die if they lose more than that.”
[No, no… unbelievable!]
The TV flashed.
I didn’t think I would die even if I got it wrong.
But because I didn’t want to give this dangerous Guedam any excuse, I was gritting my teeth to avoid any possible traps.
[So it’s a multiple-choice answer! Do you have any intention of changing it?]
“I do not.”
Oooooh.
A murmur rose from the audience.
And… a faceless staff member came rushing onto the stage…?
[…My! I have some surprising news to share.]
[Actually, the answer our writers prepared was Number 1.]
Wa-wait.
[But Mr. Roe Deer’s answer is much more impressive! It’s also more logical, isn’t it? Right?]
Yes!! I could hear the audience shouting.
The host spread his arms wide.
[Then of course it’s correct! I’ll process it as a perfect score answer! Excellent!]
“…!”
Ha.
‘Anyway, I survived.’
Why did I almost fall into a trap I dug for myself! I screamed internally in relief, closing my eyes tight and then opening them.
The host, perhaps taking it as a moment of deep emotion, came over and patted my back as if hugging me.
It was even more terrifying because he had body heat.
[Incredible, simply incredible!]
“…Thank you.”
[Well then, with this….]
The host grabbed the microphone and shouted with emotion.
[Incredibly, our contestants have all continued their winning records! Fantastic!]
Pop.
Confetti exploded and cheers erupted.
On each podium, my superiors wore expressions that said, ‘It’s finally over.’ It was practically visible even through their masks.
[However, there is only one MVP who will take home the grand prize. That is….]
A drumroll followed….
The host pointed.
[It’s Mr. Roe Deer!]
Waaaaaa!
The band played a boisterous celebratory sound effect.
[Congratulations! Please take this prize!]
“Thank… you.”
I accepted the small gift box the host held out.
I was happy. Not because I received an item, of course.
‘It’s finally over.’
Now I could leave as soon as the cameras turned off.
‘Please, let’s just go.’
My heart was beginning to find peace at the thought of returning immediately to an office in a 21st-century Seoul skyscraper.
[It’s a shame, but it’s time to wrap up the Tuesday Quiz Show. Tomorrow, we’ll bring you an even more wonderful guest for Wednes…… hm?]
Click.
Out of nowhere.
Suddenly, lights came on over four empty podiums.
“…?!”
Human figures were standing there before I knew it.
Four people were looking around with bewildered faces.
All of them were dressed in suits and wearing masks.
‘Company employees?’
It was clear they were another team from the Field Exploration Team.
I recognized one mask; it was likely my fellow new recruit.
I knew that much. But….
‘Why did we overlap?’
Can you enter a Guedam in an overlapping manner like this? No, regardless of whether it’s possible or not….
‘…It’s a broadcast accident.’
Silence filled the studio.
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
“…….”
Something was wrong.
The employee in the zebra mask standing right next to me seemed to sense it too.
“W-what is this, why are there people here alrea—”
[Oh dear.]
He flared up.
“…!”
The zebra-masked employee, who had burst into flames so quickly and silently he hadn’t even grasped the situation, kept his mouth open in shock before collapsing like a lie.
All that remained was a pile of ash in the shape of shoes.
The camera hurriedly panned away.
[…Surprise!]
[That was a sneak peek at the contestants appearing next Tuesday!]
Noisy band music hurriedly filled the air to cover it up.
Now the camera was focused on me.
“…!”
Damn it.
Damn it, damn it!
I desperately shook the gift box I received in the air without showing any agitation.
As if I were excited!
Pop.
More confetti fell from the air and the drums beat loudly. The host led the audience in a cheer.
[We’ll see you tomorrow with an even more enjoyable show!]
[Then… have a good night!]
Bam!
With a upbeat guitar sound, the camera light went out.
“…….”
It’s over.
It’s… over,
Isn’t it?
Why are we still here?
[Phew. I almost ruined the live broadcast. I’m glad it was handled well!]
The camera was definitely off.
Faceless staff members rushed onto the stage, and the audience lights went out.
The band vanished as well.
The atmosphere shifted into a backstage filled with noise and whispering, revealing cold steel beams.
But we did not disappear.
…A chilling premonition crawled up my spine.
[Mr. Roe Deer! You had excellent instincts. Are you interested in being a regular panelist by any chance?]
“…I already have a job.”
[Oh my! Well, our talk show’s application mailbox is always open!]
Why was the Guedam continuing?
The reason was simple.
It was because the thoughtful host intended to hold onto the contestants and kindly explain why this situation had occurred.
[Ah, and the new contestants!]
[You must have been startled, fearing you’d ruin the broadcast. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional. I believe in you. Don’t blame yourselves too much!]
[And don’t worry. I’ll give the three of you another chance!]
The host, with a kind and sociable attitude, spoke to the employees who had suddenly entered in the middle—the ‘new contestants.’
As if there had been three of them from the beginning.
Meanwhile, staff members swept up the ashes left by the incinerated person with brooms.
I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
[I’d love to give you a chance to participate right now, but unfortunately, our show is a live broadcast. I’ll see you next week!]
But we could just leave now.
Please, please just let it end like this! Just like this!
[Then everyone, first, head ho…… hm?]
It was then.
Someone holding a megaphone in one hand ran onto the stage.
Their face was blurred by the lights and couldn’t be seen clearly, but unlike the other staff, they were identified only by the sunglasses they wore.
That figure with the megaphone whispered something urgently to the host.
[…! Oh, dear.]
The host turned back to us.
[You know. It’s hard for me to say this, but… uh.]
The emoticon in the TV monitor made a dejected face.
[Just now, our show was canceled.]
“…!”
[Specifically, the Tuesday Quiz Show was. So strictly speaking, it’s not that my show has ended, but yes.]
[The quiz segment has been replaced.]
What.
[I’m afraid I won’t be able to have you as the 100th consecutive win challengers. I truly want to apologize with all my heart.]
The host bowed his head, even the antenna on his TV head bending as if he were truly sorry and ashamed.
“Then… is it, is it a clear?”
“Phew. Whew…….”
From around me, I could hear the faint voices of other team members, filled with hope despite their bewilderment, fear, and panic.
However, the back of my neck was chilled by cold sweat.
‘No.’
This development is…….
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Exploration Record #100
Started in the same studio as previous sessions.
However, the
program name was changed
.
The host explained to the confused employees that the ‘Tuesday Quiz Show’ had been
canceled
.
Because contestants had answered correctly for 99 consecutive sessions, the penalties had become meaningless, and the segment was disciplined for not being stimulating enough for the viewers.
Therefore, he stated that the new segment chose
material that could better attract the audience’s interest
….
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[Ah! Wait a moment!]
Receiving a signal from a staff member, the host’s TV antenna suddenly popped upright.
[Great news. They say they’ll have all of you as contestants in the new segment as well!]
“…!!”
[It’s even a recorded broadcast, so it’ll be much easier than before! Haha!]
[Let’s proceed with the filming immediately! Even though I’ll only be in a supporting role, yes, I’ll do my best to make it a good show….]
“Wait a minute.”
The Deputy Manager of our team raised his hand with a stiff face.
“We’ve already participated in the show, so we’ll be going now—”
[You’re saying you’ll leave when the filming hasn’t even finished?]
“…!”
The TV screen that moved right in front of the Deputy Manager’s face flickered with static.
[My… it was all written in the application letter. No, but if you really can’t participate… I suppose it can’t be helped.]
“…….”
[Tell me. Can you not do it?]
The Deputy Manager slowly moved his eyes and met mine from across the way.
I gave a microscopic shake of my head.
The Deputy Manager must have realized it too.
That ‘it can’t be helped’ didn’t mean they would let him go home, but that they would simply incinerate him.
[You can do it! Good.]
An ominous silence.
The studio was filled with the breathing of the pale-faced company employees.
I was likely one of them.
No, was I even breathing?
[My! The tension is palpable. New programs are always like that.]
[Let’s find some strength! Mr. Roe Deer, didn’t you show a wonderful performance during the live broadcast? I’m sure you’ll be able to show a great side of yourself this time too….]
Is there… any excuse that might work?
Isn’t there something plausible to say?
“Yes. But I didn’t expect to appear on the broadcast consecutively.”
[Ho.]
“I might make a mistake.”
I gripped the podium so hard my knuckles turned white.
“I’ll prepare more and participate again next Tuesday—”
[Ah! It’s starting! Look, the lights are coming on! 3, 2, 1….]
The host muttered in an inspired voice.
Words were not getting through.
As if he had completely lost his soul to the broadcast, the host ran out in front of the camera.
[Hello, viewers! The joy of Tuesday, the heat of Tuesday.]
[You are watching! The new segment of our talk show!]
This is insane.
[Are you sad that the quiz show is gone? You don’t need to be. Because this is a more evolved form of a quiz show!]
[I hear they’ve added something on top of the quiz! What could it be?]
Reading the prompter, the host waved both hands.
[More than anything, what touches the tired heart is melody.]
[Especially voices! A choir, ah, what a beautiful sound!]
….
[Haha, our band doesn’t need to feel left out. Because we’ve invited a master of a completely different genre!]
[A new guest appears!]
Appearing from behind the set.
The smell of rusted iron piercing the nose, a foul stench, and a dark, massive pig’s head.
[The conductor of the Purgatory Choir, the filthy, hideous, and great butcher of melody!]
[That’s right. The name of the new segment is… The Tuesday Choir!]
Hell had arrived.
