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How to Die in a Company That Turned Into a Labyrinth Chapter 42: Notice of Publication of the Match History of the [Betting Team]

Chapter 42: Notice of Publication of the Match History of the [Betting Team]

Lee⁠⁠⁠ Jinsu, Choi Jaeha,‍​ Hwang Juyeon, Jung​‍ Jiho, and me.​‍

The⁠​ order for entering‍ the betting room‍‍⁠ after Yoo Hyunjae‍‌ had already been⁠ decided.

I had made sure​​ of that myself.‌

Once‌‍⁠ I finished convincing‍‍‌ them, Hwang Juyeon‌‌‌ began asking Lee‍​⁠ Jinsu various questions⁠ about the games.‌‌‌

Choi‍​‌ Jaeha wandered around​‍‌ the office muttering‌‌‌ something to himself.⁠

It‌ was rather unsettling.‍

Jung‍​​ Jiho was nice‌ because he behaved‍‌‍ himself.

He​ didn’t even try‍⁠ to talk to⁠​⁠ me.

I sat comfortably beside​‍‌ him and reviewed​ the match history⁠‍‌ one more time.​

[Opponent|Hong**⁠ (50 years old,‌ green)
Game|Janggi
Result|Victory
Remarks|A rewarding match‌​‍ that allowed me‍‍‍ to observe the⁠‍​ opponent’s janggi]

[Opponent|Kwon**‌ (30 years old,⁠ black)
Game|Rummikub
Result|Victory
Remarks|I hate boring⁠⁠‍ opponents above all‌ else]

[Opponent|Jo**​ (30 years old,‍‌‍ blue)
Game|Mercenary Chess
Result|Victory
Remarks|It is always‌ amusing to watch‍ an opponent who‍⁠​ does not know‍​ the concept of‍ the “■■■ Formation”‌ construct it naturally]‍‌⁠

According‍‌‌ to the records,⁠‌ approximately forty people​‍‌ had wagered against‍‌ Do in their​​‌ respective labyrinths.

It​‌⁠ was fewer people​‍ than I expected.‍

Far‍ fewer, considering the‍⁠ number of people​‍ who should originally‌‍ have been in‌​ this building.

Most⁠⁠‍ of them had‍​ probably already been​ on the 11th‌ floor before the​‍ labyrinth transformation began.​

That​‍ meant very few​ people had managed​ to survive the‍‍ other floors and⁠‌‍ make it this​‍ far.

[Opponent|Lim**‌⁠‌ (40 years old,‌ male)

Game|10×10‌⁠ Trap Othello
Result|Victory
Remarks|Why do they​⁠ think they can‍​‍ win without losing‍‍‍ anything?]

[Opponent|Baek**​‍ (30 years old,⁠⁠ beauty)

Game|Highest​ Card
Result|Draw
Remarks|A result caused⁠⁠‌ by a clash‌‌⁠ of deceptions. It‌‌ was decided to‍ change games and‌ play an overtime​ match. It was​⁠⁠ fun]

[Opponent|Baek**​‌ (30 years old,‍​ beauty)

Game|Blocking⁠‍ Backgammon
Result|Victory
Remarks|As a sign‌⁠​ of respect, I compressed the opponent‌ to fit inside‍⁠‌ a regular dodecahedron‍ mold and preserved⁠​​ them]

I spent the time​​‍ reading that fascinating‌​​ match history.

And‌ then, when it‌ was almost six‌​ in the evening…‌

The‍ door to the⁠‍​ betting room opened,‍⁠ and Do came​ out.

“The​⁠⁠ match has concluded.”⁠

A new line appeared‍‌​ in the history.‌

[Opponent|Yoo**​‍ (20 years old,‍ red)

Game|38​‌​ Gwangddaeng Texas Hold’em‍​
Result|Victory
Remarks|I would like‍ to meet the‌ creator of this​‌​ game]

Yoo​​ Hyunjae had died.​​‌

Was‍‌‍ it already the​ second time?

He‌ always died whenever​​ he became involved‌​‍ in events determined⁠ by probability.

He‌‌ really was an⁠‍‍ unfortunate person.

…Though,‍​​ viewed from another‌ angle, that also‌​ meant he had⁠ never died because‍‍‌ of a mistake‌‌‍ of his own.‌‌‍

Not‌‌ even once.

“Who​ is my next‌ opponent?”

“I-I’m…⁠​​ it’s me…”

At‌⁠‌ Do’s question, Lee⁠‍ Jinsu stood up‍‍‌ awkwardly.

The​ contrast between the​‍​ man who had‍ lost an eye​ during the Happyland​​ game and the​‌‌ flesh die with⁠ twenty-one eyes was‌‍‌ rather curious.

“Please‌‍ win… Thank you⁠ for everything.”

“Ah…​​ yes.”

After‌ receiving Hwang Juyeon’s‍ farewell, Lee Jinsu‍ approached each of‍‍ us and bowed.⁠⁠⁠

He⁠​‍ has good manners​​‍ for someone on‌ his way to​​ death.

I also nodded slightly​⁠ in farewell.

“Yes.‌ Do your best.”​‌

Though,​⁠ being a passive​‍‍ suicidal person, I didn’t really expect‌ him to play⁠ particularly well.

It‌‌ was advice given​ with the best‍​‍ intentions possible.

Judging​‍ from the records,‍‌‌ Do did not⁠​ seem to like⁠‌ unmotivated opponents very⁠ much.

He‍⁠ probably would not⁠​‌ have a pleasant‍‍​ ending.

Well.​

He‍​ can figure it​‌‍ out himself.

“Enter.”‍

The⁠‌ door to the‌ betting room closed.​‍

***⁠

“The‌‍‍ match has concluded.”⁠

Another‍‌ line appeared in​‍ the history.

[Opponent|Lee**​⁠⁠ (30 years old,​ khaki)

Game|Muk-jji-ppa​‍
Result|Victory
Remarks|After 913 draws,⁠‌ he finally showed⁠ a slight desire⁠‌‍ to keep living]‍

I covered my mouth‌‌ the moment I read the remark.⁠

So​​ that was what​⁠‌ they had been⁠‌​ doing for more‍ than twenty minutes.‍⁠

Do​​ had deliberately been⁠ playing with Lee‌ Jinsu, forcing draw⁠ after draw, and‍​ the moment he⁠ detected even the‌‍‍ slightest desire to​ live, he immediately‌ defeated him.

How‌⁠⁠ unpleasant.

“You‌ may enter.”

“Then…​‍ I’m going, Hwang​⁠​ Juyeon. See you‍ later, Mr. Seon​‌ Yuhan. Jiho, see​ you outside.”

Choi‍ Jaeha said his⁠‍ goodbyes after taking‍⁠ a deep breath.‌​

“Yes.​ Have a goo—I‍‌‌ mean, do well.”‌‍

If⁠ luck and skill‌‌‌ were on his‌ side, I would⁠‌‌ probably never see‌​ this accountant again.‍

I did not believe‍⁠ that Choi Jaeha​⁠ was destined to⁠⁠ lose one hundred‌‍‍ percent.

Do⁠​ could not even⁠⁠​ begin a game​‍​ that guaranteed his​ absolute victory.

That‍‌‍ would not be​ a wager.

For‍ a game to​ exist, the human‌‌ side had to⁠ have at least‍​ a 1% chance⁠⁠‌ of winning.

As‌ I said goodbye‌ to Choi Jaeha,‌⁠‍ I picked up​⁠⁠ a book from​ an abandoned desk.‍‍

It​ seemed to be‌⁠⁠ some kind of‌ self-help book.

“Mm…​‌‌ Mr. Seon Yuhan.‌ Are you sure‌ you’re okay? Don’t⁠ you feel any​⁠‌ discomfort? Anything different‍⁠ from usual?”

“No,‍​⁠ nothing in particular.”​

Hwang‌⁠‌ Juyeon looked at‍‌ my hands and‌ began worrying unnecessarily.‌⁠​

“By‌⁠‌ the way, Hwang​⁠​ Juyeon. When you⁠ get out of​⁠‌ here, what’s the‍‍ first thing you‍​ want to do?”​

I thought she might⁠ be nervous, so⁠‍ I changed the‌‌ subject to her‌ to distract her.⁠‌‍

And​‌ while we passed‌⁠ the time talking,‍‌ the door to​‍​ the betting room⁠​‍ opened again.

“The⁠ match has concluded.”‍

[Opponent|Choi**⁠⁠ (30 years old,‍⁠ drunk)

Game|Monopolized‍‍‍ Yutnori
Result|Victory
Remarks|Particularly vulnerable to​ psychological games; made⁠ mistakes early on⁠ by confusing them‍​⁠ with deception tactics]‍

That’s‍⁠⁠ true.

He​​ was a person⁠​ who had difficulty​⁠ hiding his emotions.‍​‌

“Then‍​​ I’m off. Jiho,‍‍ when we get‌ out of here,⁠ we all have⁠ to meet up‍ with your mom,‌‍ okay? And Mr.‌ Seon Yuhan. You‍​‌ know I’m truly‌​​ grateful to you,‌ right? You were​ always the one‍ who took the​​ first step and‍​ handled everything. I’m​ sure you’ll get‍‌ out too.”

“Yes.⁠ Be careful and…‍‍ good luck.”

Once⁠ again, time continued⁠‍ to pass.

Jung‍‌ Jiho remained the‌⁠ same polite and⁠‌⁠ kind child as‌ always.

“The‌​ match has concluded.”⁠⁠

[Opponent|Hwang**‌ (30 years old,‌​ jade)

Game|Heads-Up​​​ Poker
Result|Victory
Remarks|Her hand skills‌‌‌ were interesting]

“Jiho.‍​‍ It’s time to‍⁠​ go.”

Now​‍​ she can’t even​ look adults in​ the eyes?

“Yes.‍​‍ Goodbye.”

It‌ felt as though‍ time was moving⁠ slowly.

Everything‌ was quiet.

Peaceful.⁠

It⁠ had been so⁠ long since I had been alone‌‌ for such a long time that⁠⁠‍ it almost felt​‍ like a new⁠‍‍ experience.

“The‍‌ match has concluded.”⁠

[Opponent|Jung**⁠⁠ (7 years old,⁠ lead)

Game|Dice⁠‌ Blackjack
Result|Victory
Remarks|?]

After‌ reading even that‍‍ entry, I closed​​⁠ the folder.

“You.”⁠‌‌

Do’s‌ eyes stared down‍⁠‌ at me from⁠ above.

“You‍ won’t be able⁠ to face me.”⁠‌

For‌‌‍ some reason, that‍‌⁠ voice no longer‍‍‌ seemed as captivating‍‌ as before.

“So​‍ you really can​‍ recognize me.”

“Even‌‍ if you wagered‍ your life, it‍⁠ would not be‌ enough to exchange⁠⁠‍ for a simple‍⁠ handkerchief. On the⁠ other hand, even‌ if you offered‍‍ this entire labyrinth,⁠ it would still‍‍ be insufficient to‌​ pay the price​​ of your freedom.”⁠‍

“That‍‍‍ much?”

“You’re⁠⁠ asking me? The​ scales are inside⁠‌ you.”

“Let’s⁠⁠⁠ not talk about⁠‍‍ scales. I have⁠​ trauma related to⁠ them.”

Do‍ let out a mocking laugh and‍ began spinning slowly.⁠

“Now​⁠‍ leave. It will‍⁠⁠ be considered that⁠‌⁠ you have forfeited⁠ the match, and​⁠ you will lose‍ a future opportunity⁠ for good fortune.”‍⁠‌

If⁠ I left the​ Strategic Planning Department‌‍‍ on the 11th​‌ floor without wagering‍‍​ against Do, it⁠​‌ was guaranteed that​​ some unfortunate event⁠⁠ would occur later.‍​​

And​​‍ apparently, the severity⁠ of that misfortune​⁠‍ was completely random.​

“But‍‌​ you’re the one​‌⁠ who wouldn’t let‍‍​ me participate. Isn’t​‍‍ it unfair to​​ impose a mandatory‍​‍ disadvantage on me?”​‌

“In‌⁠ the wager called‌ life, you possess⁠ the advantage of⁠⁠⁠ ignoring death. That​​‍ restores the balance.”​​⁠

“I⁠ don’t exactly consider⁠ that an advantage,‌‍‍ but whatever.”

I opened the self-help⁠ book I had‌ picked up earlier,​ placed a finger‍‌⁠ against one of‌ its thin pages,⁠‍ and…

Sshk.​

Slid‍‌ it.

“Ah.”‍​‍

A sharp pain pierced⁠‍​ my pinky finger⁠⁠ for an instant.‌‍

That​⁠​ was the conclusion⁠ I had reached⁠ after thinking during‍​ the entire time​ the others had​‌ been wagering.

If⁠ I couldn’t avoid‍ the misfortune that⁠​ was approaching…

Wouldn’t‍‌ it be enough⁠ to deliberately trigger‌‍⁠ an unfortunate event‍ under my own‌‍ control?

“I‌⁠ cut myself.”

Running​‌ a sheet of‍​ paper across your⁠ finger does not‍ always cause a cut.

I had been experimenting⁠​⁠ while I waited.‌‌​

Changing​⁠ the angle, the​‌ speed, and even‍ the moisture on‌ my hands.

Even‌‍​ under the same​ conditions, the results‍‍‌ were not always⁠ the same.

That‌‌⁠ was why I concluded that whether⁠​‌ or not I cut myself on​ the paper depended,⁠‌‍ at least in‌ part, on luck.‍

“It’s​‍ a shame you‍​ can’t wager against​‌‍ me. It would⁠‍ have been a truly interesting match.”‌

Do​ stared at the‍⁠ small drop of​ blood that had⁠​⁠ formed on my⁠‍ finger before looking‌ away.

“Right​⁠ now, you are‍ participating in a wager that repeats⁠ forever. Just because‍‌ this time it‍‌‌ landed on an​⁠ odd number does‌‌ not mean the‍​ next time will‌ also be odd.​‍ Do not forget​ that the essence‌​‌ of wagers lies‌‌ in their unpredictability.”‌‍

The⁠‍ fact that he‍ warned me in⁠‍ that way meant…‌

That‌ cutting my finger‌ with paper was⁠‌ not a perfect​ solution that would‌ always work.

But‌ at least it⁠​ sounded as if,‍‍ this time, it​ had worked.

“Yes.‌⁠ Take care.”

I immediately left the⁠ office of the‍​‍ Future Strategy &‌⁠‍ Budget Planning Team,⁠‌‍ where that flesh‌‌‌ gambler had established⁠ his territory.

**⁠‍​

14.‍ Do Not Bet‌ If You Are⁠‌‌ Not Confident You⁠‍‍ Can Win

**​‌⁠

The‌ heavy metal emergency‍‍‍ exit door opened​ with a crash.‍‌‍

After‌‍ briefly searching the‍ 11th-floor corridor and⁠‍‌ finding nothing relevant,​‌‍ I headed directly‍‍ down to the​ floor below.

“Floor‌⁠ 15…”

[15th​‌‌ Floor|Shingye Daily, Moment​ O’Clock]

While⁠ recording the order‌ of the floors​ in my diary,​‌ I reviewed the‍‍‍ information.

Shingye​‍ Daily was a mid-sized newspaper.

And‌ Moment O’Clock? What​‍ kind of company⁠‌ was that?

It​ sounded familiar.

[Moment‍‍ O’Clock|moment o’clock]

As⁠ I looked directly⁠​​ at the company⁠​‍ plaque, I saw‍⁠‍ the name written​⁠‍ in an elegant,​ clean typeface.

“Hmm.”‍

The‍⁠​ moment I opened⁠ the door and​​ stepped inside, I stopped at the‍ sight that spread⁠‌‍ out before me.‌‌‌

To‌⁠ begin with, there‍ were two human‍‌⁠ corpses lying on‌ the dark office‍ floor.

A young woman.

And​​ a middle-aged man.⁠

The‍​​ woman lay on⁠​‍ her back staring‍⁠ at the ceiling.​‍‌

An‌‍⁠ open bottle of​ hand sanitizer lay⁠ beside her head.​​

Whitish⁠ vomit could be​‌⁠ seen around her‌ mouth and on​⁠⁠ the floor.

She‍⁠ appeared to have‌ died after drinking‍ hand sanitizer.

But​​⁠ what stood out​​ most was the‍⁠ way she was⁠ dressed.

Bleached​ blonde hair.

A black skirt with‌​⁠ two sides of⁠‍ dramatically different lengths.‌⁠

Long‌⁠ black boots.

A completely free style,‍ as if no⁠ dress code existed.⁠

“Ah.”‌‌

I remembered.

Moment⁠ O’Clock.

It‍‍⁠ was a multi-brand​⁠ online store specializing‌ in clothing and​​⁠ accessories.

Lee‍⁠ Nahyun.

Assistant⁠ Manager of the‌‌​ Merchandising Team at​ Moment O’Clock.

After‌‌ checking her ID,​ I turned my​‍ gaze toward the‌⁠⁠ middle-aged man.

He⁠⁠ wore a dull‍‌ suit that contrasted⁠⁠ completely with the⁠ woman’s appearance.

I read the employee​‌ badge hanging around‍ his neck.

Kim⁠​⁠ Youngho.

Head‍‌ of the Society‍‍‍ Team at Shingye‍ Daily.

And⁠‍ in the mouth‌ of that man,‍ who lay curled‌⁠ on his side…⁠

A necktie?

Strangely,⁠‍ the necktie protruded‍ from his mouth.‍

And‌ judging by the‍⁠‍ color of his​‌‍ face, the cause‌ of death appeared​​ to be suffocation.​‍‌

He​‌ had probably choked‍ while trying to⁠​ swallow it.

But‌‌ the strangest thing⁠‌ of all was‌⁠‍ something else.

Beside⁠ each corpse stood​​ a mannequin positioned‌⁠ in exactly the‍‌‍ same pose as‍ the body.

As‌‌ though it were‍⁠ mocking them.

Then.‍‍‍

Click.‌⁠​

The​ door to the​⁠ storage room at⁠‌ the back of‌‍ the office opened.​⁠​

And‌⁠​ a white mannequin‍‌ walked out.

It‌ advanced toward me‌ without making the​‍​ slightest sound and​‌​ stopped to my‍ left.

At​⁠ first, my body‍​‍ shuddered reflexively.

But‌⁠‌ only for an⁠‌⁠ instant.

Now‌⁠ all I felt‌‌ was curiosity.

Seeing​⁠ a mannequin move‍‍​ on its own‍ was no longer‌⁠ particularly frightening.

Even​​⁠ now, formulas calculating‌ my weight piece‌ by piece still‍⁠⁠ appeared in my​​⁠ mind.

I could still hear‌ the sound of‍ my bones being‍ cut one by‌‍ one.

And‍​ the smell of‍‌​ blood that had​⁠ soaked my clothes⁠‌ still seemed to‌ brush against my‌‌ nose.

Perhaps​‌ it helped that⁠‌ I had seen‌‌ those crash-test mannequins⁠ in the parking‍⁠⁠ garage during the⁠⁠ previous loop.

Driven‍​‌ by curiosity, I extended a hand‍ to touch it…⁠‍​

“Ah.‍⁠⁠ It’s imitating me.”‍‍

The‍​ mannequin also extended⁠⁠​ its left hand.‍‍⁠

The‍ same posture.

The‍​⁠ same direction.

As‍ though it were‍⁠ copying me.

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