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How to Die in a Company That Turned Into a Labyrinth Chapter 37: Labyrinth vs Human

Chapter 37: Labyrinth vs Human

“Time‍⁠ loop, time leap,‍ time slip. Ah,‍ and lately they​​​ also use the‌⁠⁠ term ‘regression.’ In‍ any case, I think it’s possible.⁠‌ Any of it.”​⁠⁠

When⁠‌ someone who believes​ in strange conspiracy⁠‌‍ theories also holds⁠⁠ a high social​ position, it stops‍ being a problem⁠ that concerns only​⁠‌ them.

“Labyrinths‍‍‍ are, at their⁠‍ core, phenomena that‍⁠ distort space. Contact-type‌​ labyrinths work by‍⁠⁠ passing through a rift into a space completely separate‌‌‍ from Earth. And​ invasion-type labyrinths, well,​ you’re seeing them​⁠‍ for yourself. If​‍‍ they can distort‌‍ space like this,⁠​ why couldn’t they​ distort time?”

This‍⁠ was precisely the‍ argument used by​‍ conspiracy theorists who‍‌‍ believed labyrinths could‍​‌ enable travel back‍​ in time.

I had always thought‌⁠ it was an⁠​ absurd escapist fantasy,‍ closer to a religious belief than⁠ anything else.

But‌⁠​ the problem was…​

Even‍‌ though nobody knew⁠ why or how​ labyrinths existed, they​‌ still physically existed‌⁠⁠ in reality.

And‌‌​ that made the⁠‌⁠ theory sound fairly‌⁠⁠ convincing.

And‍‍⁠ the real problem​ was…

I was experiencing exactly‌ that kind of‍ phenomenon.

So​ the truly strange‍‌ people weren’t the​​​ conspiracy theorists.

It‍ was me.

“One⁠‍ of the reasons⁠‍‌ our company helps‌‍ labyrinth survivors is​‍ precisely because of⁠⁠ that. Just in‌ case there might​​‌ be someone who​‌ has experienced temporal‌​ regression.”

Yuwi‍ Guild supported PTSD​ treatment programs for​​⁠ labyrinth survivors.

Even⁠​⁠ though the probability‍​​ of dying in‍‌⁠ a contact-type labyrinth‌ had become comparable​​‍ to dying in​‌ a traffic accident,​‍⁠ that didn’t mean‌⁠‌ psychological treatment could‍⁠‍ be approached in‍ the same way.‌⁠‌

“Because⁠ if someone like⁠⁠ that exists, I want to be‍ the first to⁠⁠‍ know.”

“Are⁠‍ you saying that’s⁠‍ the real purpose‍ behind helping those‌‌ people?”

“No?​ The existence of‍‌‌ a hidden purpose‌ doesn’t make the‌‌​ visible purpose false,⁠ Mr. Seon Yuhan.”‍

He​ didn’t seem to‌​​ be lying.

And‌​​ honestly, I had‌ no intention of‌‌ criticizing him.

“I⁠ sincerely want people⁠⁠‍ to escape labyrinths​‍‌ not only physically,⁠​ but mentally as⁠ well.”

Labyrinths‍​ are places that​‌‌ are difficult to‍ escape completely.

Yoo‌ Hyunjae added that⁠​⁠ almost like a murmur.

“Anyway,‌⁠‌ back to the⁠​‌ subject. The interview​⁠​ question is little​​ more than a personality test and‍ a small joke.‌​ After all, someone‍⁠ who had truly⁠⁠ experienced temporal regression⁠​ wouldn’t come to‌​⁠ such a trivial‍ interview.”

He‌ lacked imagination.

Someone‌‍ could experience temporal‌⁠​ regression precisely after⁠⁠ attending such a trivial interview.

“Director.”⁠

“Yes.”⁠‌‌

“Why​​ do you really‍‌ think something like‍‌ that is possible?”​‍⁠

The‍‍ moment I asked‌⁠​ directly, Yuwi Guild’s​‌ conspiracy-minded director widened⁠⁠‌ his eyes as⁠​ if he had‍ never heard such​⁠ a question before.‌‍⁠

“Then,​⁠‌ Mr. Seon Yuhan.⁠⁠​ Isn’t there a moment you’d like‍⁠ to return to?”‌

I was speechless.

“I‌ see there is.​‍​ We all have‍‌ moments like that.”⁠⁠⁠

“Then…⁠ if you found‍ someone like that.”⁠​

I tried to keep⁠ my voice from‌‍ trembling.

“If⁠ you found a person who had‍‍​ gone back in⁠‍​ time, what would‍​‌ you do?”

“I⁠‌⁠ would have to‍ experiment on them.‍ There are too⁠⁠ many things to‌‌ verify.”

The‍ owner of the​​‍ Jaerae Building smiled‍ faintly, like a figure shrouded in‌‌ mist.

“Even‍‌⁠ if I had⁠⁠ to lock them​ inside a labyrinth​​​ again.”

I stared at him.‍‌‍

And⁠‍ then I remembered‍⁠ a very famous‍​‌ meme.

Question:‌‍ What’s scarier, a labyrinth or a human being?

Answer:‍⁠ A human being‌ trapped inside a labyrinth.

***‌​

He⁠‍‌ can’t find out.⁠ He can’t find⁠ out. He can’t‍ find out. Ever.⁠⁠​

After​​‌ that, I barely​ remember what we⁠​ talked about.

My‍‍ head was completely‍⁠‌ occupied by a single thought:

Yoo‍​‍ Hyunjae must never‍‍ discover that I had gone back​ in time.

I was trapped inside⁠​⁠ a labyrinth with​‍‍ a man who‌ had just said‌ he would lock‍‍​ a labyrinth survivor‌​ up again to‍⁠⁠ experiment on them.‍

It‌‍ was as though⁠⁠‍ I hadn’t merely​ set the table‌‌‌ to be devoured,​⁠‌ but had personally‌⁠‍ shoveled a huge⁠⁠ spoonful straight into⁠‌⁠ the predator’s mouth.​⁠⁠

If⁠⁠‌ he discovered me⁠‍⁠ in here.

I might end up​‍ rotting in this‌ place forever.

I still thought he​ wasn’t a bad⁠​​ person.

In‌ fact, even now​‍​ I still believed‍‍⁠ that.

But​⁠ it was obvious‍⁠​ that he had‌‌‍ a few screws​ completely loose.

You​​‌ know.

There‌‍ are conspiracy theorists‍⁠ who are nice​ people.

Who‍‍ get along well​ with others.

The‌ problem is simply‍ that they hold​‌ strange beliefs.

“I‍ think we should​⁠​ try going down​⁠‍ again. Is everyone⁠ feeling okay?”

It⁠ was already past‍ five in the⁠‌​ afternoon.

Until‌ now, even though‌‌ the hallway had​‍‌ no electricity, sunlight‌⁠‍ came through the⁠‍ windows and it‍‌​ was only slightly‌‌‍ dark.

But⁠ once night began‌‍‍ to fall, things‍‍‍ would become much‍ worse.

“Ah,​ yes. I’m fine.”‍​

“Jiho,​ what about you?​ Can you walk?‌ Are you okay?‌‌ Good, come on,‍‌‌ get up.”

“But‌‌​ this time the‍⁠‌ next floor will‌⁠⁠ really appear, right?⁠‌ If the condition‍⁠​ was delivering that​⁠​ photograph.”

Please.​‌

I hope so.

“It’s⁠⁠⁠ a shame the‌⁠ diary only contains‌ information up to‍ the fourteenth floor.”⁠‍

“Yes.”‍

Clank.​‍‍

I answered naturally while​‌ opening the emergency‍‍ exit door.

I probably shouldn’t keep‍ using the diary‌ so casually either.​‍​

Every​ time I went​ back in time,⁠⁠⁠ the shape of‌‍ the letters became‍ more distorted and⁠ drifted further away⁠‌⁠ from my actual⁠⁠‍ handwriting.

But​‌‌ even so, the⁠‍⁠ content itself could‌⁠‌ arouse Yoo Hyunjae’s‌⁠‍ suspicions.

‘It⁠ seems to mean⁠ he’s not completely​‍ sure. For a labyrinth artifact, it‍​‍ almost feels as‌ though it was​‌ written by a person.’

I remembered perfectly that‍‌⁠ he had said⁠ something like that.‍

Maybe⁠​​ it would be‌‌‌ better to completely‌‌ eliminate the possibility‍​⁠ of him suspecting‌⁠‍ the existence of⁠ a regressor somewhere‍⁠ inside this labyrinth.⁠‌⁠

After⁠‌‌ all, the only‌​ reason I started‍ taking the diary⁠ out in front‌‌‍ of the others‌‍​ was to record‌ the scripts from⁠‌ Happyland.

And⁠ now I already​⁠ knew I didn’t​‍ need to write‌⁠ them down.

I just had to⁠ keep choosing the​ option.

‘Be⁠ unhappy.’

Even‌ without the diary,​⁠‍ getting through the​‍⁠ fourteenth floor would⁠‍ only be a minor inconvenience.

It​​ wasn’t actually difficult.⁠​

I would simply seem⁠⁠‌ like someone with‍‍​ quick reflexes and‌‍​ disproportionate courage.

Clank!‍⁠‍

While‌⁠‌ organizing my thoughts,​⁠⁠ I opened the‍‌ emergency exit door‍⁠​ once again.

“Huh?”⁠‍

“Floor​ 11?”

“Did‌ this place always‌‌ look like this?”⁠‍⁠

At‌ last.

We​ had left the‌‌​ fourteenth floor.

It​‌‌ seemed my liver‌​ really had been‍ used for something​‍ important.

**‌⁠

12.‌⁠ Keep the photograph⁠​​ that contains your‍ happiest moment. The⁠‌⁠ entity in the​​‌ vacant office across⁠‍‌ from NeoSoft will‌​‌ accept it.

**​

Floor⁠ 11.

[Strategic⁠‍‍ Planning Department | Future Strategy Team​‍ | Budget Planning⁠‌​ Team]

That‌ was what the‍‍ sign beside the‌‌ elevator said.

The‌​ words “Strategic Planning​ Department” were written‍​​ in slightly bolder​​‍ letters.

“Ah.⁠ On this eleventh​‍ floor, the Future​‍ Strategy Team and‍ the Budget Planning‍ Team were located‍​‍ on opposite sides.”​‌‌

According⁠​⁠ to the brief⁠⁠ explanation from Yuwi​ Guild’s director, the‍ Strategic Planning Department‍​⁠ consisted of the‌⁠ Future Strategy Team,​ the Budget Planning⁠‌​ Team, and the⁠⁠‍ Planning & Public‍ Relations Team.

The⁠ Planning & Public⁠ Relations Team was‍ on the tenth​ floor.

“It’s⁠ changed a little.”​⁠‌

“I‌‍‌ don’t think this​​ can be called‍⁠ just a little…”‌‌‍

The⁠‍ Jaerae Building originally‍ had a hollow‌ square-shaped structure.

“I‌ take that back.​⁠‍ It’s changed a lot.”

However,⁠ the current eleventh​⁠ floor looked more‍⁠‌ like an 工-shaped‍ structure.

On⁠ this side was⁠ a straight hallway‌​​ containing the elevator‌​‍ and emergency exit.​‌

There⁠​ was a single‍​​ corridor connecting this‍‌⁠ side to the⁠ other.

And​​‍ on the opposite‍ side, the Future⁠​ Strategy Team and​ the Budget Planning‍​⁠ Team, which would‌⁠​ originally have faced⁠‌​ each other, were‍⁠‌ now merged side​⁠​ by side.

“I​‌⁠ wonder if the​​ employees are safe…”‍‌‍

The‍ eleventh floor was‍‌ eerily quiet.

There​‍ wasn’t the slightest‍‌ sign of life⁠ coming from the‍​ offices on the‌‍‌ other side.

“What‍‍ would happen if​‍ someone fell from​‍‌ here…?”

We⁠ crossed the new​‌ corridor that cut‍‌‍ straight through the‌​ eleventh floor.

“They’d⁠​​ probably die… or‍​⁠ fall right back‍‌⁠ onto this same⁠​​ floor.”

When‌ I looked out‌‌‌ the window from​‌ the fourteenth floor,‌ I was sure⁠ this corridor hadn’t‌⁠ existed.

Though,​‌‌ considering labyrinths could‌‍ distort space, it‌​‌ wasn’t that strange.‍‍⁠

“What‍ on earth is⁠ in there…?”

Since​ there was only​ one door, it⁠ seemed both teams‍‌ in the Strategic⁠‌​ Planning Department had​‌ been completely merged‍ into a single‌‌​ office.

“I’ll‍‌​ open the door.‍‍ Be careful.”

Slide.‍

What⁠‍ appeared when the​ door opened was—‌‍

“Ah!‍‍‌ Finally. The first​​​ guests.”

A scarlet cube.

A cube larger than‍‌⁠ a human head.‍

It​‍‍ looked as though‌ it had been​ made from flesh,‌‌‌ blood vessels, and‍ mucus kneaded together​⁠‌ like clay.

The‌ twisted folds writhing⁠‍ across its surface⁠⁠ resembled both intestines‌ and a brain.⁠

That⁠​‍ mysterious cube floated​⁠ in the air.⁠‍

“I⁠‌ was so bored‌‍‍ my eyes were‌ about to fall⁠‌ out.”

“Ugh…”‍​​

“What‍​‍ the hell is​ that…?”

Eyes‍⁠‍ were embedded into‍⁠​ all six of‍ its faces.

One‌ face had one.​​​

Another​​ had two.

Another‌ had three.

Four.⁠

Five.​

And⁠‍​ six.

“A⁠⁠​ die?”

“What​⁠ an observant guest.‌⁠ Or are you‍ simply quick to‌⁠ catch on?”

Whoosh!‍‍⁠

The⁠‍ flesh die flew⁠‍⁠ directly in front‍​ of me and‍ began spinning in‍‌ the air, displaying‍‌ all of its⁠​ faces.

Blink.‌‍

Blink.⁠

Each‍⁠ time one of⁠ those enormous eyes‌‍‍ blinked, the reddish‌⁠ membrane surrounding it‌ twitched slightly, and‍​ a wet sound‌ could be heard‍ as the eyelids​‌​ touched the mucus.‌‌

As​​⁠ though all twenty-one‌ eyes were singing‍​‍ in unison.

Was‍‍​ it my imagination?​‍‍

It​ was only for​‌​ an instant.

But​​‌ I could have​‌ sworn it frowned‍‌ while looking at⁠ me.

“Games‌ of chance with‌​⁠ someone like you​ are fun.”

The‌‍‍ voice speaking that‌​ unpleasant word was⁠ a beautiful androgynous‍​‍ voice that seemed‌‍ to cling to​​ one’s ankles like​ a shadow.

Of⁠‌‌ course, it had​‌ no mouth.

Nor⁠‍​ any throat.

“Betting!‌​ Gambling! Challenges! Gambling!”‍⁠

Suddenly,‌‍‌ the die began‍ bouncing around while‌​‌ shouting as if⁠⁠ it were singing.​

The​‍ veins covering its‌ surface pulsed in‍⁠ rhythm with its⁠ voice.

“A​ contest where money,‌ time, lives, and⁠ everything one possesses⁠ are wagered against‌ an uncertain future!​​​ The reason for​‌‌ my existence!”

Was​‌​ that why it⁠ had appeared precisely​‌‌ between the Future‌ Strategy Team and​‍ the Budget Planning​​ Team?

“My‌‌‍ name… yes. Call⁠⁠ me Do.”

It‍​ was obvious he​ had just made⁠ that name up‍⁠ on the spot.​‍

“Good.⁠⁠​ Everyone, take a seat.”

Do​ spun around a large white round‌​‍ table that could⁠‌ comfortably seat several​‍ people.

“Go‌ ahead.”

“I‍⁠​ suppose we should⁠ sit down…”

“M-maybe‌ we should…?”

They​‍​ say that if⁠‌ a dog spends⁠ three years at‌‌ a school, it​ eventually learns poetry.​⁠⁠

And​‍ it seems that​ if you survive‍​⁠ three floors of⁠ a labyrinth, you‍‍ eventually become obedient.⁠‍​

I took a seat‍⁠​ and quickly surveyed‍⁠ the surroundings.

There‌⁠ didn’t appear to⁠‌⁠ be any Yuwi‌‍ Guild employees.

Not​‍ even corpses.

I had assumed we‌‍ would find at​ least one or‌​‍ two people per​ floor.

But‍⁠ it seemed some​​​ floors were completely​‍ empty.

“Hmmm.”‌

Do‌ floated around the‌⁠ five of us‌ while blinking his​‍ fist-sized eyes.

One‍ by one.

As‌‌ though inspecting us.⁠⁠​

“W-why…​‍⁠ is it looking⁠‍‌ at us like​‌‍ that…?”

The‍​ flesh die ignored​ Choi Jaeha’s pitiful​⁠ protest and continued⁠‌ onward.

It‌ stopped in front​​ of Jung Jiho,‌ a child nearly‍ three times its‌ size.

Jung⁠⁠ Jiho squeezed his​ eyes shut and‍​ began trembling.

Then‍‍‌ it moved on​ to Hwang Juyeon.⁠

She‍​ met the creature’s‍ gaze with a stiff expression for​‍ a few seconds‌‍‌ before looking away.‍‍⁠

Then‌⁠‍ Do flew again.⁠

And​⁠⁠ stopped in front‍​ of me.

“……”​‌​

Just⁠ as I thought.⁠⁠​

It‌​ wasn’t my imagination.⁠‌⁠

The‍ bloodshot eyes trembled​⁠ around their eyelids‍ once more while‌‌ looking at me.⁠​‌

It⁠⁠‍ was literally the‍⁠ blink of an​‌ eye.

Only‍ an instant.

Then‌​ it moved away.⁠⁠‌

Finally,‌‌ Yoo Hyunjae tilted‌ his head, apparently‍‍ fascinated by a die that possessed‌ nineteen more eyes‍​ than he did.‌​⁠

“Excellent.‍‌⁠ I like it.”⁠‍

Do‌ remained floating there‌​‍ for a long‌​‌ while, savoring our‍⁠ reactions with all‌‍ those eyes.

Only‍​ then did he⁠ speak again.

“This​ will be a very interesting competition.”⁠⁠‌

“A⁠​​ competition?”

“That’s‌‌ right.”

The‍ scarlet die replied​⁠⁠ cheerfully.

“A‍ competition between you​​⁠ and me. You‌ may call it​‍‌ a game. Or‍⁠‍ a wager. Or​ a challenge. Or​​ gambling. Any name‌‍ will do.”

His​‌ voice sounded as​‍⁠ though the mere‌​​ idea filled him‍ with happiness.

“The​​ competition will always​⁠‌ be one-on-one. And​‌​ it will take‌⁠⁠ place in private.”‌

Then​‌ the red-eyed die​ made a declaration‌ in a strangely‍ seductive voice.

“To‌ whoever defeats me…”⁠

“I⁠⁠ will let them‌ leave this place.”‌

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