Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 119

My hands slipped.

Coins spilled out from the lower half of the torn plush toy.

"...!"

I hurriedly tried to cover it up, pressing the two torn halves of the plush toy together without purpose.

"Brown?"

But, of course, there was no response.

The upper half of the stuffed toy merely slid off the lower half.

"......."

No... no way.

It was still there. In that case...

‘The Bloodbath Tub!’

Click. I immediately locked the bathroom door on the train. Then, from the tattoo on my wrist, I pulled out a small, checkered bathtub with golden legs.

The so-called Tub of Youth.

Thump. The bathtub settled on the floor. I carefully placed the nearly-torn plush toy inside and then...

I picked up a box cutter dropped by an unconscious passenger who had failed their ambush attempt.

Without hesitation, I slashed my forearm.

Blood poured from the severed veins, trickling freely.

‘In an urgent situation like this, there’s no time for alternatives...!’

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