Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 115

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#Death if you fail to enjoy Bunny Land

After the hellish course registration and adjustment period concluded, the Academy welcomed a new academic year. Fourth-year students either graduated or faced their second attempt at the final year, we first-years became second-years, new students arrived, and fresh recruits joined the Starlit Homeless Village. Spring brought nothing but good tidings, and our Magic Department’s second-year cohort buzzed with excitement.
The MT was coming soon. For these self-imposed outcasts, it was our first experience of such a thing, and for me, it presented an excellent opportunity to resolve my death sentence.
I had no idea why such a condition had manifested, but if riding a carousel just once would resolve it, well, that was an incredible stroke of luck.
I’d heard that Bunny Land had beastkin dispatched from the Beast King’s Tower, so I’d written a letter to check on them, and when White One’s communication came through, I even bragged to Gerth about my trip to Bunny Land.
Gerth said he’d hint to the Machine King to treat his honored guest properly, but I firmly declined. I feared the hospitality of a demon king’s true nature remained opaque.
As the MT date drew near, there was one more pleasant development. Seian, who had been observing me from a distance like a desert fox, was gradually approaching me, fox-like in his caution.
On the first day of classes, he’d kept ten meters away, but recently he could sit three meters away in the eastern classroom. Sunbird had mentioned separately that my increased size made Seian uncomfortable.
As my body shrank, his fear diminished, and Seian drew closer. His nervous, watchful demeanor was endearing. Whether my frame was large or small, Seian would go down in one punch from me, yet he remained blissfully unaware of this reality. That cluelessness was truly adorable.
With nothing but the death sentence to worry about, time flowed smoothly until the day of the MT arrived. I had no wars to prevent, no band activities that felt like warfare. If I could just resolve the death sentence, wouldn’t this be peace itself?
Unlike club members, our Magic Department rode in a mages-only train car, disembarked at the southern terminus, and traveled another hour by carriage to reach Bunny Land. I’d never visited such a place before becoming Evan Mitchell, so the experience felt fresh. The moment we entered, I’d have to buy rabbit ear headbands.
“Hey! Did you get this?!”
I’d swiped the welfare card my father gave me to buy an all-access pass and rabbit ear headbands, which I put on, when Reina came over waving thick paper. It bore the Bunny Land logo but wasn’t a pamphlet—the multiple spaces for stamps suggested it was a stamp rally ticket.
“Collect them all and you get a souvenir!”
So you could get stamps from riding attractions, and collecting all of them earned you a souvenir. Since I was here, why not give it a try?
I flipped the paper over to see what souvenir awaited. The prize was a jeweled necklace with glittering lights, its centerpiece bearing Bunny Land’s signature emblem.
“….”
I’d seen this in the original work. It was the key to the Machine King’s Sky Island.
I opened my status window and trembled with anxiety, comparing the death sentence details with the stamp rally ticket. The feeling was strange. My premonition skill was gone, but an eerie presentiment gripped me.
Was it mere coincidence that the first stamp on the rally ticket was the carousel, the same attraction mentioned in my death sentence?
“Hey, let’s line up for that standing roller coaster first!”
“No.”
That was an interesting suggestion, but I had something to verify. If this hadn’t overlapped, I wouldn’t have been anxious, but why did the carousel have to be number one?!
“The carousel is first.”
“Y-yeah, Evan’s right. The, the order matters, for, for building intensity.”
“Why are you all so serious about Bunny Land?”
Sera was pestering the ticket booth attendant about calling the manager, and Seian seemed torn between finishing his all-access pass purchase and clinging to Sera, so I’d quickly ride the carousel first. The line was shorter here than at other attractions.
“Let’s go. The carousel is our goal.”
Kanna and Reina followed me, securing their rabbit ear headbands firmly as we headed to the carousel. Once we each grabbed a horse and mounted solemnly, the ride began spinning and music played.
“But shouldn’t someone stay behind to take photos?”
“Oh no!”
As Kanna tried to dismount, I reflexively shouted, “Guests running around during operation is dangerous!” and Reina burst into laughter.
“Why are they your guest?!”
That came from working at another park for six months. It suited me well, the food was delicious, and the pay was decent, but after six months of work and returning home, the yard had become overgrown jungle, which caused me trouble.
“Anyway, you can ride the carousel again. After↗ the ride↘ comes to a complete↗ stop↘, exit↗ and retrieve↘ your personal belongings↗ from↘ the basket↗ on↘ the left↗.”
“Why did your speech suddenly develop rhythm?”
“That’s because background music is playing in this place.”
“So you really are the ace of the Club.”
I thought he was mocking me, but he was genuinely admiring, so I decided not to hit him. If he’d meant to ridicule me, he would’ve brought out “The Shunned Frozen Heart” first. You’re the type of youth who marvels at everything, aren’t you? Though I suppose that’s just how young people are.
“H-hey, Evan! This time I’ll t-take a photo!”
“Sure.”
I just hoped that photo would reach me without going through any other processes. After riding the carousel once, I opened my status window to check if the time limit had been resolved, but before I could even snap my fingers, the time limit descended from the sky.

The time limit has been updated. Death if Bunny Land Coffee Cup Ride is not ridden. D-3.

I knew it! Looking at the rally pass, the coffee cup comes right after the carousel—it’s obvious!
I raised my middle finger toward the sky to express my anger. Then the photographer made a detailed request.
“Evan! L-look this way, and make a peace sign with your fingers!”
“Peace.”
I couldn’t go against the mood of the Assassination Family’s favored child. After being a subject long enough, I purchased a disposable camera infused with the Machine King’s technology from a nearby stall. It cost five hundred thousand crowns, but it was worth it to photograph Seian to my heart’s content today.
“It’s nice that this amusement park doesn’t overcharge.”
“C-compared to what’s sold outside, the s-size is small, and it’s s-so cute.”
That’s because it’s a camera with the essence of the Machine King’s technology. The price being the same as outside must be the Machine King’s consideration to avoid disrupting the market economy. Why are all those Demon Lords so inexplicably kind? And the rabbit ears attached to the camera are absolutely adorable.

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