Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 79

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My free time kept shrinking. At this rate, I wouldn’t even have a chance to pursue Seian, let alone find time between work. Beyond that, I worried about White One left alone in the Dormitory without Reina and me. If playtime decreased, wouldn’t he grow stressed? If possible, I wanted to bring White One to the Construction Site as well.
“There is an animal we keep in the Dormitory. It would be lonely staying alone, so would it be acceptable to bring it to the Construction Site?”
“Ah, you mean that lizard who’s supposedly more well-behaved than Reina Letem? Since Reina is going anyway, adding a lizard shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Thank you.”
What was Reina acting all shocked about again? I listened to the Academy Headmaster’s lecture in full, confirmed when the Construction Site labor would begin, then headed toward Dragon Lake where I’d arranged to meet Hubert, Leri, Kanna, and the others. Since we’d all collapsed together in the Club Room after yesterday’s performance, exhausted from everything, today was my only chance to play.
“…It seems they haven’t arrived yet.”
I snapped my fingers together and opened my status window. From yesterday’s development point, 10,000 experience had been added to each account. Among the skills in my status window, I studied Premonition Level 7 intently.
If I upgraded this to a higher skill, I might obtain a clue to prevent Eugene’s withdrawal. Princess Sera had cautioned me not to raise skills related to the Goddess of Fate, but when I was apparently facing death on a time limit, I had no luxury to worry about something like lifespan.
“Sigh…”
I took a deep breath. If a Normal level skill displayed this much power, what skill would it convert into when I raised it to Rare level? Perhaps I’d gain precognitive abilities. If not that, well, like the Riding skill with no higher tier, it could simply stop there.
After sufficiently composing myself, I pulled money from my pocket and lined up in front of the outdoor Cafe. Then I ordered.
“White chocolate mocha frappuccino, venti size, white mocha maximum, add java chips, whipped cream on top, and caramel drizzle over the whipped cream.”
After consuming this, if I upgrade the skill and a one-out comes, I’ll be fine. Today I had to play with Hubert, Leri, and Kanna—I couldn’t pass out and waste time.
I sat on a bench holding what I couldn’t distinguish between a drink and a parfait—a small white mountain—and downed it all at once. It felt like happiness’s white powder circled through my veins, shouting “blood sugar!”
“Ahhhhh!”
First, I needed to check Evan Laef’s skills. Having decided to maximize usage while holding Premonition, I scanned the skill window and gauged the priority for leveling up. I thought Poison Resistance should come first, but strangely, my heart raced at the gathering-type skills. Raising those would burn almost all my experience.
“…”
Still, if my heart demanded it, I had to do it. I poured my experience into Mining, Gathering, and Hunting.

N) Mining skill has been mastered.
N) A higher skill R) Excavation Magic exists for Mining.

Huh, a higher skill exists but I didn’t obtain it immediately? I thought it strange when my status window chimed and displayed the next notification.

N) Gathering skill has been mastered.
N) Hunting skill has been mastered.
N) Mining, N) Gathering, N) Hunting can be fused. Fusion expected result: SR) Magnificent Worker’s Hands lv.1

I absolutely had to obtain this Super Rare skill! It was a shame to lose Excavation Magic with magic attached, but magic was fine as long as I had ice magic, and for some reason, that Super Rare skill reeked of money.
I chose the latter between Excavation Magic and Magnificent Worker’s Hands, and obtained the skill.

SR) Magnificent Worker’s Hands lv.1 skill has been created.
Details: The quality of items obtained through your own labor increases.

“….”
The performance was underwhelming. No, it wasn’t useless, but was it really worth abandoning Excavation Magic for? I felt like coughing blood even without One Out, staring at my remaining experience points. A measly 400. Not enough to raise anything meaningful.
“….”
Look on the bright side. Once I head to Ilam and start mining magic stones, I’ll rake in serious money. Then I won’t have to scrape by in my second year.
Having steeled myself, I snapped my fingers together and opened Mitchell Neftis’s status window. The real target was here, after all. This was the main course.
As I hovered my fingers over the skill, an ominous premonition seized my heart—a dangerous feeling that I shouldn’t level this up. It truly seemed to be a skill that affected my lifespan. But I couldn’t back down now.
I poured all my remaining experience into the Premonition skill and mastered it. What appeared before my eyes was:

N) Premonition’s superior skill R) Inspiration Lv.1 has been created.

Inspiration? It wasn’t the kind of inspiration Grandfather had. Something felt off, so I frantically tapped on the detailed description of the Inspiration skill, and an absurd explanation popped up.

Details: At a low probability, musical compositions come to mind.

“….”
This damn status window is trying to make me a musician? I only needed to play guitar in the band—now it wants me to be a composer too?!
Outraged, I screamed for my Premonition back, and blood surged up from my throat.
“Cough! My Premonition!”
I was going to collapse from rage, not One Out. In my fury, I dumped the remaining experience into Superhuman Strength and Accuracy, then pressed a handkerchief to my mouth. By the time I’d caught all the blood, the handkerchief had turned crimson, blood dripping steadily.
Thank goodness Dragon Lake was nearby—I almost ran into the others while bleeding profusely. I rinsed the handkerchief at the lakeshore, gargled, wiped my mouth clean with it again, and scrubbed it thoroughly.
The blood came out quickly since it hadn’t dried yet.
“Oh, you’re here.”
I heard movement behind me and turned to see Kanna striking a pose about ten meters away.
“You’ve grown even stronger in the meantime, Mother—I mean, Evan.”
“You’re really something. The pride of the Assassination Family like you—you don’t make a sound even on stone ground.”
“N-no, I’m not an assassin!”
“Who said you were? I’m just speaking figuratively.”
I should have dumped everything into Superhuman Strength if I’d known this would happen. I felt like I was about to cry blood. This was an endless rain.

We enjoyed the festival with Hubert’s spending money, and we even promoted the Unified Racecourse’s Horse Racing Track to men who were smitten with Hubert’s beauty. Leri emphasized the part about caring especially for animal welfare, but such things were meaningless to these men, so I stressed the high payout rates and that it was a legal gambling den recognized by the Imperial Court.
Some people laughed at me, saying they’d never heard such news, but the moment I revealed that I was the Mayor of Unified Racecourse, they changed their expressions and asked for detailed information. So this is why titles matter so much to people.
After we finished our work of attracting people, we all grabbed ice cream and rode the Ferris wheel. I’d climbed tower cranes back when I worked, but I’d never ridden a Ferris wheel before, so I was looking forward to it.
“Evan! I’ve always wanted to ride this round cylinder that goes up to a moderate height! I heard Bunny Land has one!”
“It’s my first time too. I’m excited.”
“No, if you like heights, you should definitely visit our home, Evan. It’s 4,400 meters above sea level.”
“Well, our Tower isn’t inferior when it comes to height either, though it doesn’t quite reach 4,000 meters.”
Since the Ferris wheel was only used during the festival and would be dismantled afterward, it wasn’t particularly large, but it had a decent sense of ascent. Hubert seemed delighted too, saying it was nice to be able to leisurely view the outside scenery. Leri simply commented that it wasn’t bad.
“But why was your friend called to the big shot here this morning?”
“I was disciplined for shouting that the Crowell Empire should perish.”
“My goodness, there’s no freedom of expression here? That’s complete tyranny.”
“It’s unavoidable as long as the imperial succession is determined by blood relations.”
“Ugh, how barbaric.”
The Royal Family probably wouldn’t want to hear such things from actual beasts like the beastfolk here. It was fortunate that neither Sera nor Seian were present.
“What do they do for discipline? Do you get tortured or something?”
“The Empire isn’t that barbaric.”
“Phew, thank goodness.”
I smiled at Leri, who was making strange assumptions and patting his chest in relief, then told him what had happened in the Dean’s Office.
The number of people doing volunteer work in the Dining Hall increased, I was called to the Construction Site, and in the meantime, Eugene received a summons from the Border Earl and went to the Northern Region to fight the Dragon Tribe Members.
“The Dragon King invaded southward again?”
“It seems to be the case.”
“Why not just give them that useless land?”
“Borders are usually defended.”
The beautiful Miss Hubert, tilting her head and saying she couldn’t understand human thoughts, took out the equipment used for recording yesterday, rewound it, and pinpointed Eugene.
“So the person who went to fight now is a member of the Band that Evan belongs to, right?”
“That’s correct.”
“Is he an important member?”
“The bass is important.”
“Ah, then it’s simple. A way to stop the Dragon King until Evan graduates.”
Why do you think that’s simple?
I jumped up in surprise and hit my head on the ceiling, writhing in pain.

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