Hawawa, Ghost Story Gallery Newbie-chan Escapes on One Coin
"Hah... hah..."
I came to my senses. The mental damage hit so hard I wanted to collapse right where I stood.
"Whew. At least I figured out how to run."
The one silver lining was that I'd finally grasped how to escape the anomaly.
The answer sheet I'd pieced together while dying.
Follow the answer sheet, then gather the meat toilets at the last moment and get out.
(Photo)
Anomaly rules are as you can see in the pic, and I've already figured them out.
From here on, I'm going to clear this anomaly without getting a single thing wrong.
This guy always asked if I was in my right mind.
I decided to show this ignorant fool who refused to believe in me exactly what I could do.
Heading straight for the next station.
Feels like I'm about halfway there? Not stopping to rest.
Too lazy. I'll just say it straight.
If the grandma ghost shows up, tell them to piss on her.
For the record, I just hit the tenth station.
Look. This is some galler's mom.
She got caught up in the anomaly too and was about to die.
I'm escaping with her.
Along with the meat toilets next to me.
The reactions were all over the place.
Most of them were celebrating my escape.
Apparently this was the first escape since the Ghost Story Gallery had come into existence.
People had vanished without warning before, sure — but nobody had ever advertised it out loud and walked out.
"Whew. Shall we?"
I took a deep breath and passed through the transfer corridor.
"Eun-hwa. Let's go together."
I grabbed Eun-hwa first.
The meat toilet I had to prioritize above all others.
She was the only one who'd offered me her virginity and gotten fucked the most.
"You two, come on."
Next I took the two college-girl meat toilets.
Once I'd fucked a woman, I saw it through to the end.
"Mommy. Mommy, come with us too."
I even took Mommy, whom I hadn't fucked even once.
I hadn't built any physical affection with her, but she was a Ghost Story Gallery member's mother, so I decided to bring her along for now.
(Photo)
Here we goooo.
Luck had nothing to do with it.
Just reaching stage twelve had cost me eight or nine deaths.
A life abandoned by my parents the day I was born.
As far as I was concerned, luck simply didn't exist for me.
"Ssssuuuck. Mmm. Mmm."
I boarded the subway while suckling on Mommy's nipple like a pacifier.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep~
The doors closed.
"Ssssuuuck. Eun-hwa's nipple too. Gimme."
This might be the last time.
I suckled Eun-hwa's nipple just as fiercely.
Eun-hwa's nipple and Mommy's nipple, both soaked in spit.
"Ticket inspection will now begin. Please present your tickets."
The conductor appeared.
I pulled the meat toilets behind me.
If any of them got branded, they'd board the train to hell.
"Please present your ticket."
"Fuck, can't you see I'm playing with my meat toilets right now?"
I scowled and snarled.
From this moment on, I was the subway's most infamous problem passenger.
"Please present your ticket."
"Fuck, you got a dick jammed in your earhole or what? What the hell are you trying to do to the meat toilets playing with me?"
I hugged all four meat toilets and dragged them further back.
The meat toilets I hadn't been able to protect in previous loops.
But this life was different. We were getting out alive together.
"Please present your ticket."
"I said can't you see I'm playing with my meat toilets?"
I scowled hard and shoved the conductor's body.
"Ghk—"
I was the one who got shoved back.
My body slammed into the wall.
"Go eat piss, you piece-of-shit employee."
I used my ultimate move. The lunatic technique that even the two-meter grandma couldn't tank.
"Please present your ticket."
But my opponent wasn't easy either.
The conductor kept coming even after getting hit with piss.
His blank face made my blood run cold.
Kieeeeeeek.
At this rate I was going back to hell.
I didn't want to go to hell. No matter how many times I repeated it, the process of dying never got any less awful.
"What's your name? What department are you with? The second I get out of here I'm filing hundreds of fucking complaints, you hear me?"
"Please present your tick—"
It was working. The conductor's voice started to stretch and drag.
"H-hey, I know some very important people. One word from me and you're done. Name and rank, now. So I can talk to the higher-ups."
"Please present... please prese... please... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick..."
It was working. It was working. It was working.
The demand for his name had locked him up with lag.
"Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? I... I... I... I I..."
The conductor clutched his head and shook it.
"Name and rank. Just tell me your name."
"Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out."
The conductor pointed a finger outside the door.
The train doors opened.
What lay beyond was a deep abyss with nothing in sight.
"Let's never meet again!"
I clutched the four meat toilets to my chest and threw myself into the abyss.
"Mister, are you okay? Mister!"
"Survivor found here. One man and four women, all alive."
A ringing in my ears.
Voices filtered through the tinnitus.
What... the hell?
My vision was red. I lifted my head and looked to the side.
A shattered window. Someone's corpse slumped against the glass.
A subway accident?
There had been an accident on the subway.
Aside from me and the four meat toilets, everyone else had apparently died in the crash.
Then what the hell was everything that happened in the anomaly?
The endless Jamsil Station.
Everything that had happened at Jamsil Station now felt like a dream.
Think later.
I pressed my forehead to the ground and let out a long breath.
There wasn't a single part of my body that didn't hurt.
I felt like I could black out any second.
But if I let go of consciousness I was pretty sure I'd die, so I clung to it by force.
I can get sick leave, right?
It was a mid-sized company with a name. They'd probably grant it.
They loaded me onto a stretcher and into an ambulance.
You have changed fate.
Escaped Anomaly — Inescapable Death.
Acquiring reward.
Resurrection count increased from 10 to ??.
...Fuck. So I really only had ten lives left?
One or two more deaths and that would've been it?
Good thing I'd thrashed around so hard because I didn't want to die.
Gallery still works, huh.
Even if I felt like I was about to die, I couldn't quit gallery-posting.
I'd become the hottest thing in the gallery, so I had to enjoy this moment.
(Photo of the inside of an ambulance)
Gotta go to the ER so I can't talk.
Fuck, I feel like I'm dying.
Heh.
Who was I?
The Gallery's protagonist.
And the gallers' sole savior — the only person in the gallery who had ever cleared a ghost story.
Not even joking, I genuinely feel like I'm dying.
Sorry to you all, but it'll probably have to wait until after the weekend.
Management Bureau? Where the hell is that?
Another new word had appeared.
Management Bureau — a name that seemed to refer to a group that managed anomalies and ghost stories.
I'd learned about the underside of a world I hadn't known existed.
I wasn't particularly thrilled. I was way past the age of enjoying adventures.
Goe-men. He is our savior.
I will set aside one hour every day to worship him.
Goe-men.
Image crafting successful.
When I made my final escape, I'd deliberately not fucked the anomaly on the way out.
Thanks to that, my image was riding at an all-time high.
"Mm. Mm."
I could safely lose consciousness now.
I pressed my head into the pillow and blacked out.
It's been two days since I got admitted and the Management Bureau still hasn't come.
Discharge day arrived.
But the Management Bureau never sent anyone.