Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work [Novel] Chapter 6 - Chapter 6 is available as a full text chapter. Published May 16, 2026 and updated May 16, 2026.
Translator: Nox
Chapter 6
Even After Falling into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work
Even After Falling into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work, Chapter 6
Even After Falling into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work, Episode 006
‘A new item?’
And if the usage rights were unlocked, it meant I could use another one of the goods I had purchased.
‘Based on what criteria?’
I wanted to click the notepad floating unrealistically in the air right away, but I realized I was still sitting in the middle of the lecture hall.
To make matters worse, the MC had called me the top recruit or something, so there were eyes glancing at me from all over.
‘Let’s leave first and check.’
It looked like the event was over, so I should head home… Wait.
I realized a very fatal fact.
“…….”
Do I… even have a home here?
I hurriedly opened my smartphone and began checking my records.
As if by magic, every record of my employment and work had vanished.
Even my family’s contact information was gone.
‘Oh, please.’
The only things left were records from my college days. I felt a momentary sense of relief because they were similar to what I remembered.
The problem was… I lived in a dormitory during college.
‘That’s why I had such a hard time getting a place after graduation when my schedule got messed up.’
Sure enough, the most recent records were texts about appointments to look at rooms at a real estate office, and KakaoTalk messages from a friend saying they were staying at a motel because their studio apartment contract fell through….
“…….”
I instinctively looked up and checked the screen still hanging in the lecture hall.
Specifically, one large line of text at the bottom.
[Employee Welfare – Miscellaneous]
Housing Support
Welfare… I should take full advantage of it, right?
And this ‘Housing Support’ was processed with surprising speed.
“Oh, hello!”
“Hello.”
Just an hour after inquiring at the desk, I was assigned a room number and handed the keys and address. Even the location was decent.
Of course, I doubt it was out of a kind-hearted desire to provide convenience for the employees.
‘I guess if you want to work someone to the bone 24/7, you need your serfs living nearby….’
Regardless, the building was a fairly nice-looking officetel. It was clean and had good security, as if it had been recently remodeled.
Considering ‘Housing Support’ is usually a benefit that comes with working in the countryside, it was an incredibly good perk, but….
‘The company just put us through a death survival game; who would willingly move in?’
But that sarcasm turned out to be literal.
When I met Go Young-eun in front of the officetel and greeted her, she said this to me:
“Did you hear? Seven people received housing support.”
“……?”
That was more than half of us.
Come to think of it, it looked like Go Young-eun was here to move in as well.
Noticing my gaze, she gave an awkward expression.
“It’s a bit scary, but we’ve already joined the company anyway. Turning down the chance to live for free in an officetel near the station is just….”
“……Yes.”
Right. In capitalism, money is always the scariest thing.
‘It saves about 1.2 million won a month. It makes sense to move in even if it feels crazy.’
Of course, there was a more fatal reason.
“I heard those coming from the countryside were notified and registered as soon as they passed.”
“I see.”
Now I understood the situation. The recruits who had cheered and said okay couldn’t back out now.
I had wondered how they freed up a room for me so quickly, and now I could guess.
‘Was the room I received owned by a recruit who just failed the death survival game…?’
Thinking about it that way, I felt ashamed of the chill running down my spine.
Regardless, I finished my greeting with Go Young-eun and went up to the 12th floor where my room was located.
Up to that point, it was fine.
The problem was that the officetel was a two-bedroom unit.
And my roommate was Baek Sa-heon.
“…….”
“…….”
Baek Sa-heon was sitting in the living room.
Seeing the medical eye patch over one eye, it seemed he had received some kind of treatment. Given the timing, it looked like the company had provided some sort of procedure rather than a hospital.
I tried to head toward my room after a slight nod without saying anything, but….
“Hey.”
What?
“Hey?”
I stopped in my tracks.
Baek Sa-heon flinched when I actually responded, but his anger seemed greater as he glared at me with wild eyes.
“It must have been fun watching them pull out my perfectly good eye when you left my lost item behind, huh? Well?”
It seemed he thought I had intentionally ignored the lost item despite knowing it was there, just to watch his eye get pulled out.
‘No, you’re the one who ran out on your own.’
Where did he get the novel idea that I should have looked out for his eye when he was the one who punched someone else’s eyeball out?
But at the same time, I knew.
If I took a submissive stance like, ‘That’s not it, you just left so suddenly…,’ or ‘Why are you suddenly speaking so informally, sir…?’ he would only get more arrogant and spout more nonsense.
In my years of identifying difficult people while dealing with clients, there is a term for types like Baek Sa-heon.
The “Genesis-type” nuisance.
The kind who imagines a situation however they want and stubbornly insists on it.
Explanations don’t work on this type of person.
Instead….
“Yeah. It was fun.”
“…!”
Going strong was the answer.
I walked straight up to Baek Sa-heon. Then, I firmly pressed down on his shoulder.
“Thanks. I enjoyed it, thanks to you. Is this what they call a dopamine hit?”
“Wh-what….”
“Keep the good news coming in the future. Actually, I hope we work together.”
“…….”
“Company life is going to be fun.”
There.
‘With this, I’ll just look like a crazy person.’
Judging by his behavior so far and his actions in the Ghost Story Records….
‘Baek Sa-heon is the kind of person who would push me into a corner the moment he realizes I’m a coward, right?’
If so, it would be better to leave an impression like, ‘Ah, I shouldn’t mess with this guy!’
‘A bit of bluffing, just in case.’
I patted the silent Baek Sa-heon’s shoulder twice, stood up, and walked toward my room without looking back.
‘As long as I don’t get stabbed in my sleep, it’s fine.’
Actually, I just lied a bit.
At this stage, the probability of working with a fellow recruit was extremely low.
What kind of workplace would group new recruits together into a team? They split them up and distribute them.
Furthermore, similar to a certain ninja manga, they would balance the teams by distributing recruits based on their performance.
And anyway, I was called first, and Baek Sa-heon was called second.
‘Since he was also judged to have good results, it’s even rarer for us to be put on the same team.’
So, we won’t be working together for a while.
Let’s just treat each other like ghosts.
Click.
I entered my assigned room with a light heart.
“Phew.”
Inside the clean room was fresh bedding, a desk, and even a door leading to a private bathroom.
There was even an information booklet hanging on that door.
“If I apply, I get weekly bedding changes and cleaning services for 100,000 won a month?”
Seeing welfare at the ‘is the company crazy’ level, I could feel their intention to daze the new recruits with a shower of carrots.
As if the death survival game until now had been a lie, many recruits would be confused by this neat and kind reality.
From my position, knowing why the company was doing this, their intentions were transparent….
‘Right. It’s hard to fill the Field Exploration Team with useful personnel.’
Since we were recruits judged capable of doing the ‘work,’ they wanted to make sure no one deserted.
‘Well, if they’re giving it to me, I might as well use it.’
I’d decided to stay, after all.
On the desk was a small welcome gift bundle. Expensive snacks and office supplies with the company logo.
Furthermore, inside a half-open drawer, there was even a diary.
Judging by the company logo on the cover, it seemed to be a provided item.
‘But it was made with last year’s date.’
Did the person who lived here before me leave it? I flipped through the diary.
Then, on the first page, in giant letters….
—RUN
‘Oh boy.’
I appreciate the life-saving advice from my senior, but I’m already doomed.
It wasn’t even that scary.
‘It’s just… the tragedy of an office worker.’
I felt a surge of human camaraderie. I closed the diary and tucked it away in the drawer.
Now that I’d checked everything worth seeing, should I get to work?
[Ghost Story Records Real Goods Box]
- Usage rights for a new item have been unlocked! (!)
I’m alone now, so I can check!
‘Phew.’
With a fluttering heart, I sat on the edge of the bed and reached out toward the notepad in a comfortable position.
Thud.
Just like when it spat out the Griptok, the notepad opened and something fell out.
An OPP transparent film package.
Inside the bag, commonly used for packaging stationery, was a bundle of stickers.
“This is….”
I picked up the plastic.
Yellow circles with typical smiling emoticons drawn on them.
A so-called ‘bribe item.’
======================
Ghost Story Records / Baekilmong Corporation
/ Item
Smile Sticker
A salesperson’s friend! :)
When attached to a sentient being, it induces a weak sense of affinity toward the user.
Item Usage Condition: Baekilmong Corporation regular employee or higher.
(ps. Use for inappropriate private purposes such as hunting will result in disciplinary action.)
“Whoa.”
These poorly packaged stickers with mediocre finishing were, surprisingly, an iconic item used in several chapters of the Ghost Story Records.
Inducing affinity? It was essentially manipulating favorability.
‘Was it when persuading people from other organizations to collaborate?’
And I could see why this of all things was unlocked now.
Item Usage Condition: Baekilmong Corporation regular employee or higher.
“Is it because I successfully joined as a regular employee?”
In the Ghost Story Records, most items created by agencies or specific groups had restrictions so that only certain ranks or affiliations could use them.
In terms of world-building plausibility, it was to prevent indiscriminate theft.
‘And from the perspective of those creating the ghost stories, it was to prevent ‘Mary Sue’ nuisances where excited beginners barge into all sorts of ghost stories and use all sorts of tools.’
Anyway, the fact that I met those conditions now meant….
‘Does this notepad spit out a piece of goods every time I get promoted or my affiliation changes?’
It certainly seemed like it would help with survival.
But it would have been great if I hadn’t been dragged into this world in the first place. Thinking that way, even this felt like a ghost story.
‘Ugh.’
Feeling unnecessarily uneasy, I looked up at the glowing notepad a few times before finally turning my thoughts away.
“Well, at least I got something.”
Smile Stickers. It was a bit daunting that I had to attach them directly to the target, but being able to gain favor in a real emergency was definitely an advantage.
However, there was a problem.
‘…I’m sure these were completely discontinued after appearing a few times.’
The authors had fought to the death over the power of the stickers, and after a verbal colosseum, the item itself had vanished into the annals of history….
I didn’t know the exact point in time, but to think that what I had in my hand might be the only set of stickers left in this world.
I looked down at the packaged Smile Stickers anew.
Yeah.
I must never get caught.
Still, just in case, I tucked five of them into my suit’s front pocket.
That way, I wouldn’t forget to bring them on my first day of work.
‘……Work.’
I started to feel sentimental, but for now, I had to sleep.
After experiencing such spectacular and nonsensical events, both my body and mind were completely exhausted.
‘I need to recover.’
I changed into the provided robe, locked the door, and went to bed.
It was my first rest since falling into the ghost story.
To be honest, I didn’t sleep well.
The sight of a person exploding and the grotesquely transformed subway station used my imagination as fuel to play in surround sound in my brain.
I thought I’d purchased dedicated home theater speakers or something.
Still, after about two days, I was relieved to have recovered to the point where I could sleep while suffering from nightmares.
A few days passed like that.
I checked the small balance in my bank account and divided it as best I could to buy clothes and daily necessities, preparing for my daily life.
Of course, I didn’t forget the most important thing.
‘I have to master everything.’
Through the ‘Memorial Griptok,’ I continued to read all the wiki pages I had read, memorizing them until they came out with a single tap.
Because this was my lifeline.
And Monday returned.
The very first day of work.
“…….”
Monday morning.
I headed toward the headquarters building with a face that didn’t look very pleasant.
Go Young-eun, whom I met while heading down from the officetel, was so surprised she spoke up.
“Oh, Sol-eum, are you okay? D-did you not sleep well?”
“…A little, yes. I’m fine.”
“Oh dear….”
The two new recruits walked to the headquarters building, fifteen minutes away on foot, sharing brief small talk.
Besides us, we encountered several other Field Exploration Team recruits with tense faces, but we only exchanged nods.
Then, we swiped our employee IDs and boarded the elevator.
“I heard the Field Exploration Team uses the 10th through 15th floors…. Ah, I’ll get off here. Sol-eum, let’s do our best….”
“Yes. Good luck.”
I saw Go Young-eun off as she got off on the 10th floor and looked at the floor number I had pressed.
13th floor.
‘Even the number seems to predict the future….’
I could only hope it was just a feeling.
I rechecked the assignment text that had arrived the day before yesterday.
[New Recruit (Field Exploration)_Assignment.pdf]
- Kim Sol-eum / Team D
Ding.
When the elevator doors opened at the 13th floor, I saw a hallway divided into sections labeled with letters.
I looked for the automatic door printed with ‘D’ and pressed the button.
And at the same time, I greeted them.
“Hello.”
“Oh!”
“He’s here, he’s here.”
A few men and women sitting in a fairly spacious office looked up and welcomed me.
One of the men stood up and reached out a hand to me.
“Welcome to the 15th class, Team D.”
A expressionless woman with short hair standing behind him nodded and continued.
“For your information, we have the nickname Team D because all the rookies are dead.”
“…….”
“Just kidding.”
Should I resign now?
