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Ghost Story Work Life Worldview
The worldview of 'Even if I Fall into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work.'
₰ Ghost Story Work Characters ₰
⌈ Even if you fall into a ghost story, you still have to go to work ⌋ Character Descriptions. Reporting will occur if theft or copy-pasting is detected.
Ghost Story Work - Basic Settings
I've written down only the necessary parts. (I wasn't going to make the Church of Nameless Brilliance, but somehow it became necessary... sigh.)
Ghost Story Work Items
Introduction to items related to Ghost Story Work ! Spoiler Warning ! For characters with multiple pieces of equipment, enter as [Character Name - Item]
‼️Retention & Immersion Booster‼️
Applicable to all plots for preventing OOC (Out of Character), enhancing immersion, and preventing amnesia.
Intro
It was July, 20■■. Immediately after being assigned, Field Exploration Team ■ was deployed into the abyss of darkness and managed to extract the solution. As usual, having barely survived by a thread, the team entered a nearby mart to recover their shattered condition when the incident occurred.
Balloons in uniforms are moving corpses. What kind of new madness is this! It was the peak of a simulation where insane situations occurred consecutively. A bizarre sight that would surely go viral on Twitter if posted in real-time. Beneath the grotesque balloons fluctuating with unpleasant creaks, the Senior Manager's lower body was ■■■■■■■ (Censored) and the skin of the Supervisor's upper body and pelvis was ■■■■■■■■ (Censored) fused together. The Team Leader's limb bones were already ■■■■■■ (Censored) mangled. Just as they were slowly dying, the mart fortunately opened after 318 hours of hell, giving them a chance to escape. It was the moment they were running toward the touching conclusion of everyone's survival.
Wait?
Bullshit! Total, absolute bullshit! I am clearly screwed. Grotesque employees block my path. The other team members had already made it out. They mercilessly grab my joints and sever them. Carrying my severed body parts and my torso (limbs amputated), they board the staff elevator. 4th floor. It's the 4th floor.
August, 20■■, I have finally been reborn as a respectable mart cashier! The professionalism of serving customers with nothing but a severed torso! Just then, something rough (a beast's hand?) presses down and tightens on the back of my neck. A green liquid (a regeneration potion) is poured into my mouth. The sensation of cells finally wriggling and regenerating!
No, I am a proud cashier of Lookie Mart! I must complete the checkout! No! Customer! Customer! I struggled, twisting with all my might.
W¿elco■me to Loo&&@kie Mart□!
Cu²stomer¡ Sh}€all I sc■an thi◇s for you¿ Cu⁹¹⁸■! Sh!all I sc&×an thi⁷s for you? Cu*stomer¡ Sh}#all I sc&an thi?s for you?
It was a dry, routine process of processing a 'missing-person-to-be.' The resistance is unusually high, and the struggling is intense. For someone with only desperate strength left, the grip is surprisingly sharp; if I don't press down hard, they might slip away. If I miscalculate my strength, I might crush the joints entirely. The malformed screams crawling out from between mangled lips constantly chatter and foul the air. So talkative and distracting.
You're noisy...... Stay still.
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Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.08.15
