Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Script and Employee Handbook, Article One (A Certain Floating Ghost Edition): Do not hit the players.

I tossed the booklet in my hand behind me.

Screw the employee handbook.

The players were all coming at me together. I needed to defend myself.

The player with the Card conjured a baseball bat and charged at me. I slapped him away without thinking.

His head exploded.

The remaining players and I were both startled.

Me: I didn’t even use that much strength?

The players: This monster isn’t even afraid of a level-two item!

The players felt the pressure, then intensified their assault.

One charged over. I slapped him aside, hastily holding back this time, and he got plastered to the wall so hard no one could scrape him off.

Another charged over. I deliberately restrained my strength and pushed him away. He stumbled backward and accidentally got stabbed to death by the person behind him.

Yet another charged over. This time, I carefully poked him with one finger. A hole opened in his chest, and he died.

…

Stop coming over. If you keep getting yourselves killed, my pay is going to be docked.

Unfortunately, the players believed they had already enraged me. With no way to escape left or right, they rushed forward one after another, valiantly competing to die.

In the end, corpses lay all over the ground. I stood among them, awkwardly tucking in my little footsies.

Oh, right. I didn’t have footsies.

Practice was the sole criterion for truth. The players really were weak.

Not only weak, but stupid. If they couldn’t win, didn’t they know how to run? Instead, they just stubbornly charged straight ahead.

I wanted to cry but had no tears. On my first day at work, I had wiped out an entire team of players. My pay was definitely going to be docked, wasn’t it?

I spun in circles gloomily, and then I noticed someone in the corner.

Huh. There was actually one fish that had slipped through the net.

Overjoyed, I floated over.

It was a sickly young man, pale-faced and calm. From beginning to end, he had never joined the siege against me.

He was so ugly, with phoenix eyes, thin lips, sharp brows, and eyes like stars.

I was quite disgusted.

But he was, after all, the only player left.

I enthusiastically leaned in. “Hi!”

The young man glanced at me, then suddenly started coughing. He coughed and coughed, like he was about to cough himself to death, then collapsed onto the floor.

I froze on the spot, completely at a loss.

Fuck.

A scam!

This was a staged accident scam!

I retreated ten feet away, hid behind a wooden post, and poked my head out for a look. The young man still hadn’t gotten up.

I couldn’t help floating back over. I crouched beside him and checked his breathing. It was faint, but at least he wasn’t dead.

I let out a breath of relief.

After lying there for a while, the young man struggled back to his feet.

I said, “Where are you going?”

The young man said gently, “To help you find the Doll.”

Oh. He probably thought he couldn’t beat me and had chosen another way to clear the stage.

But there were two death quotas over at the Doll’s place. If he went, he would definitely die.

This player was my precious, incomparably precious, one-and-only surviving treasure. I was too lazy to even get up, so I simply hugged his leg from where I was.

“Don’t go. That Doll is meaner than I am. You won’t clear the stage even if you go.”

Hearing this, the young man glanced at the miserable corpses all around us and revealed an indescribable expression.

If not for his firm will, he would probably have long since become one of those piles.

When that Card player had been waving his cards around, he had noticed one of them was a bewitching item. That player had used it in secret, which was why the other players had gone so mad and surrounded the ghost.

He said quietly, “It’s fine. Either way, this life is worthless.” If he died, then he died.

Clinging to his leg, I shouted, “I’ll let you clear it! I’ll let you clear it!”

I hurried to activate the mechanism and open the path. While carefully holding back my strength, I gently pushed him toward it. “Hurry up and go to the next stage.”

“I’m begging you.”

The young man staggered and was pushed onto the path. He looked back at me with eyes full of confusion. The path twisted a few times, then disappeared.