Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 125

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Evan Laef
Status: Blessing of Ursh, Wrath of the Machine King
Experience: 101,100
SR) Magnificent Laborer’s Hand lv.1 – 10,000 until next level
R) Beast’s Charisma lv.10
R) Professional Guitar Playing lv.1 – 1,000 until next level
R) Perseverance lv.1 – 1,000 until next level
N) Horsemanship lv.10
N) Cold Resistance lv.10
R) White Poison Unpierceable lv.8 – 8,000 until next level
L) Trick Breathing
EX) Do Whatever It Takes to Survive

Mitchell Neftis
Status: Blessing of Ursh
Experience: 113,610
SR) Guided Freeze Magic lv.3 – 30,000 until next level
SR) Superhuman lv.1 – 10,000 until next level
R) Accuracy lv.2 – 2,000 until next level
R) Inspiration lv.1 – 1,000 until next level
UR) Fusion

If Superhuman and Guided Freeze had been separate, my investment priorities would have been crystal clear. Pouring all of Mitchell’s points into Guided Freeze was an easy decision, but figuring out how to allocate Evan’s points gave me a headache.
The Wrath of the Machine King appearing only on Evan’s status window was another puzzle. What’s the criteria here? Does the Machine King only know of Evan Laef’s existence, so it only appears on his status? Then who is Ursh, who knows both Evan and Mitchell? Is he some kind of god of this world? From what I’ve heard, the Creator God is simply called “God” with no specific name.
Anyway, thinking about it now wouldn’t yield answers, so I immediately maxed out Mitchell’s Guided Freeze Magic. Just to spite Reina, I was determined to turn this magic into an Ultra Rare.

SR) Guided Freeze Magic lv.6 has been achieved.

Damn, the experience inflation starting from Super Rare is brutal. Even dumping everything, I can only raise it to level 6. I lamented the reality that even combining my usual training experience and all my accumulated reserves couldn’t reach Ultra Rare, but I quickly moved past my frustration and turned my attention to Evan’s Perseverance skill.
The reason I could recover so quickly from this infuriating situation was definitely thanks to the Perseverance skill. This was absolutely worth investing in—I had to raise it.
I swiftly leveled up Perseverance and savored the pleasant notification sound.

SR) Seedling of Unbreakable Blade, the advanced skill of R) Perseverance lv.1 has been created.

The logic of this world grows increasingly incomprehensible, but by the heavens—Blade Repulsion! Is this truly the Blade Repulsion I know? Let me examine the details carefully. The description revealed that blades meant to harm me cannot penetrate my body. Though my level remains low and the skill name bears the mark of a seedling, preventing perfect defense, it absolutely blocks fatal wounds and even works against sharp mental attacks—a skill of incomparable rarity.
Strangely, the skill I stumbled upon by chance seems far superior to what I labored so desperately to obtain. Of course, I endured a hellish march of suffering to acquire the Endurance skill.
“What comes next…”
Naturally, only Poison Repulsion remains. After this, it must inevitably be Heavenly Poison Repulsion. With that prediction, I invested my points.

R) Poison Repulsion’s superior skill, SR) Heavenly Poison Repulsion Lv.1 has been created.

Yes! This is it! With this, I have mastered Poison Repulsion and stepped onto the path of Heavenly Poison Repulsion!
Since this world is already broken anyway, if I continue as I am, I’ll eventually obtain Diamond Indestructibility. Once I acquire that, I could withstand even my biological mother’s attacks. Within two years, I will absolutely crush that woman. With that resolve, I coughed up blood, wiped it away with a handkerchief, and headed toward the Old House for the first time in ages.

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As I approached the gate of our old home, I spotted Evan’s Father and a familiar boy standing pitifully, scribbling on the ground with his foot.
He looked exactly like an underclassman pining hopelessly for a senior, and the sight annoyed me so much that I considered turning back without acknowledging him. But Evan’s Father noticed my presence, his eyes sparkling as he lifted his head. His unnecessary handsomeness made me uncomfortable.
“My daughter!”
“Big Sister! Big Sister has arrived!”
According to Leri and Hubert, my ability to conceal my presence has reached Kanna’s level, yet somehow Evan’s Father detected me. With such an irritating talent, no wonder he chased after my mother three times—it was infuriating beyond measure.
“Your frame has grown remarkably sturdy! This appearance too is beautiful!”
“Big Sister! I’m a fan! Please give me your autograph!”
What’s with all those Dekarucha singles and Ice Heart merchandise? Some of these I’ve never seen before—are those unofficial goods? Don’t tell me you’ve been chasing the Band around and flunked a year because of it?
I loaded up a lecture to scold the child, but then realized I couldn’t remember his name and could only roll my eyes back and forth. Instead of being chastened, the child’s voice burst forth with pure joy, as if receiving a reward.
“I’m Rael Neftis! That’s my name—Rael Neftis! Please give me your autograph!”
“Rael. Now is the time for studying. If you chase after things like Ice Heart, you won’t become a respectable adult.”
“Please refrain from such words! The lonely Ice Heart may appear cold at first glance, but possesses a kind heart, and generously accepts even the Heart of Emptiness, which is useless except for its pretty face—she is a true adult of this age!”
“No. That person is still an adolescent.”
“Then she is a true adolescent of this age!”
Fine, if that’s what you believe, so be it. I closed my eyes tightly and pondered what to do with this House Neftis child. This boy will eventually lead House Neftis. My vision darkens. I wonder if he can manage to behave properly in front of Cecilia without spouting nonsense.
“Don’t do this here—come inside. Since you’ve come after so long, shouldn’t we at least share a meal?”
“No. I only came to handle business, then I must return to my duties.”
“I’ve summoned a master chef from the Southern Region who specializes exclusively in spicy cuisine!”
“Mm.”
Then I suppose I must indulge him. I have no choice. I gave Rael an autograph and followed Evan’s Father into the Dining Hall. From outside the door wafted a sweet and spicy aroma. I was glad I’d skipped lunch.
The familiar scent I’d encountered somewhere before, the soft pink-hued soup, and chunks of pork. First admiring the beautiful presentation of the dish, I stabbed the meat with my fork and brought it to my lips. It was exquisite.
“This is red curry with coconut milk as the base!”
“Mm…I’m not sure what it is, but you seem to enjoy it, so that’s good.”
“Our Department Head Professor is quite skilled at this dish. However, he has never attempted red curry. The gentle flavor of coconut milk blends together to create a most harmonious dish.”
“Ah…yes, that’s right.”
“To call it gentle—Big Sister, you truly are remarkable! For me it’s just spicy!”
Don’t push yourself; drink some water. There’s no need to match yourself to me.
As I expressed concern for Rael’s tongue and stomach, Evan’s Father and my younger brother trembled violently, clutching their chests as tears glistened in their eyes.
“You were worried about me! In my sixteen years of life, this is the first time I’ve felt this!”
“You, you were concerned about your older sister’s disguise. Sob. Sniff.”
Don’t cry. It makes me feel like I’m being unfilial. I comforted the two of them wiping away tears and spoke the words that had just come to mind.
“House Neftis should maintain the status quo as much as possible, or take a stance supporting Cecilia.”
“You’ve grown so much.”
My father, speaking sincerely rather than mockingly, added proudly that his sense of judgment hadn’t dulled even now, so I didn’t need to worry.
“Your standing before the Third Princess while hiding your identity is insurance. House Neftis must fulfill its duty.”
It’s a valid point, but hearing my father mention insurance made me understand why I’ve become like this, and it left a bad taste in my mouth.
“But is it true that Sera will really confront the Crown Princess?”
“It’s classified.”
“Really… my daughter, you’ve grown so much… sniff, so very much.”
Stop crying already—I’m starting to feel like an unfilial daughter!
“For your position, keeping silent is the right choice. Yes, rather than making statements that could be used against you, exercising your right to silence is the mark of nobility. You, to have come this far, how much you’ve… sniff!”
“Father, please don’t cry! Haven’t we always believed that our sister would eventually find her rightful place!”
“Yes, that’s true, but the tears just keep coming…!”
“That’s… the same for me too!”
I wanted to finish what I needed to do and get to meeting Kanna as soon as possible.
Watching the two of them embrace and cry with overwhelming emotion, I finished my bowl completely, called over the chef to praise them for the delicious meal, and extracted the welfare card from my father. The gleaming card brightened my mood just looking at it.
“By the way, child. When are you going to return our Information Chief?”
“My apologies. There’s still work to be done. Once the peasant uprising succeeds, I’ll send her back immediately.”
“I see. So I wait until the peasant uprising ends…?”
My father, who had been listening carefully to my words, suddenly changed his expression. He grabbed the hem of my school uniform and anxiously asked what on earth a peasant uprising meant—whether I was causing trouble with House Neftis’s retainers. I coldly shook him off and headed toward Clock Tower Square where Kanna was waiting.

“H-hey, Evan! Over here!”
When I arrived at the promised location to complete the task Sera had requested, Kanna in casual clothes was waiting for me with a bundle of tools.
“Y-you can’t wear your school uniform. Put this on instead.”
The casual clothes Kanna had brought for me seemed like they would fit my body perfectly, as if custom-made, which felt uncomfortable, but I didn’t voice it. I had a premonition that if I nitpicked every single thing Kanna did, I’d end up in serious trouble. The kind of serious trouble where I’d certainly be well-fed, but would never see the morning sun again.

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