Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 95

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One of the unexpected rules in the Underworld is that you must never look back.

Ten thousand years ago, back when brachiosauruses smoked cigarettes, God created Chahelantropsus Chadensis, the first upright-walking intelligent being. It stood about four spans tall, possessed fern-like hands, and was an adorable male with pink hair, pink eyes, and pink knees.
Chahelantropsus Chadensis, the prototype of humanity, possessed tremendous power, but being the first intelligent creature God had ever made, it was prone to errors. It slept frequently, slept for long stretches once it dozed off, never grew, was prone to tantrums and loneliness, and possessed a thousand troublesome personality quirks that vexed its divine parent.
One day, the little pink creature—who had been playing merrily with its divine mother—threw a tantrum demanding a friend. When told that there were many dinosaurs to befriend, the pink mite insisted they couldn’t communicate and refused them.
The divine mother, who cherished her first created intelligent being, possessed a temperament like that of a Great Old One, and resolved to grant her child’s wish by any means necessary.
The improved human race could not breathe the same atmosphere as the first intelligent being, so the entire planet was restructured at a planetary scale.
God dragged a passing meteorite down and drove it into the earth, triggering an ice age, and sealed away the Underworld where Chahelantropsus Chadensis could live and breathe—the divine breath became a new atmosphere, and the divine body became new geological strata.
The divine mother, stripped of breath and form, retained only her concept, and created humanity and new flora and fauna. She also established several systems. One of them was that whenever any species living upon God’s body went extinct, its concept would be transferred to the Underworld where her child lived, allowing them to dwell together eternally.
Although the divine mother had lost her breath, voice, and body, Chahelantropsus Chadensis could communicate with her in her conceptual state, so it gratefully accepted this gift, saying it was right and proper.
Following the divine mother’s instructions, all it had to do was wait patiently, and humanity from the Surface World would eventually go extinct and come to the Underworld, becoming eternal companions.
So the pink mite slept as it always did. After sleeping for about a thousand years, the Underworld had dinosaurs settling in, but nothing had changed. So it slept again. After two thousand years, new concepts had increased. But humanity from the Surface World had not arrived. The pink mite decided to wait a bit longer.
Three thousand years passed. Nothing changed. Four thousand years passed. Pandas went extinct. The most intelligent individual was selected to become a butler. Pandas were adorable, after all.
Five thousand years passed. When humanity finally did go extinct and come here, it would be a disaster if there were no homes for them, so Chahelantropsus Chadensis began decorating the Underworld.
It took about two thousand years to lay foundations, build houses, raise an artificial sun so the Surface World wouldn’t be missed, create fake grasslands and trees, and paint part of the walls sky blue.
Seven thousand years passed. Humanity showed no signs of extinction whatsoever. The humans who had started as dozens of tribes now numbered a hundred million in total, it was said. It seemed insane. Even cockroaches didn’t reproduce that prolifically.
The pink mite threw another tantrum. Not wanting to wait, it asked its mother to grab another meteorite and crash it down to destroy humanity. But Chahelantropsus Chadensis’s wish never reached the mother. This was because humans had discovered how to use magic stones to open communication with the mother and obtain status windows and skills. In other words, the communication channel had become overloaded, and contact with the first intelligent being was impossible—a phenomenon one might call a DDoS attack.
After that, the pink mite spent nearly two thousand years focused solely on restoring communication with its mother, and finally, its desperate wish reached her, and it wept, begging for help to accelerate humanity’s extinction.
The divine mother, retaining only her concept, granted the first intelligent being’s wish. Though she possessed a temperament like that of a Great Old One, her heart was weak.
Thus was born the demons—a form of life created solely for the purpose of destroying humanity. Because the divine mother had personally and carefully crafted this intelligent being, the first demon could be called the pink mite’s sibling, and its name was Makina.
Makina, possessing the power to command mechanical demons, was gifted by the mother with Sky Island, a mighty energy core, and access to the Akashic Records, the repository of the mother’s knowledge, and subsequently earned the title Machine King Makina, ruler of mechanical demons.
Makina promised its sibling, the pink mite, and in accordance with the mother’s command, to absolutely exterminate humanity. Chahelantropsus Chadensis was delighted. With a sibling on the Surface World, humans would soon be sent down to the Underworld.
The pink mite whined that humans should be sent down while it took a short nap, and the Underworld King—as Chahelantropsus Chadensis would later be called among humans—, claiming sleep wouldn’t come from excitement, promptly began snoring and woke five hundred years later.
Human civilization had flourished tremendously. The power of the Machine King alone was nowhere near sufficient to destroy them. The Underworld King collapsed to the ground in tears. The Machine King apologized. The divine mother also apologized. So she created one more sibling to exterminate humanity.
It was a child named Gerth, who led beasts and demi-humans. He could use a portion of the creative power that only the mother possessed, possessed tremendous physical strength, but his gentle temperament was a flaw. It was questionable whether such a personality could kill people, but in any case, since the Underworld King had asked, Gerth said he would do his best.
The Underworld King thus relied on these two alone, waiting for humanity’s extinction while falling into slumber.
After that, humanity not only failed to go extinct but multiplied exponentially, and as generations progressed, more individuals were born with powerful skills, until the Surface World became virtually humanity’s domain.
When the goal of exterminating humanity became as difficult as striking a rock with an egg, the Machine King created a toy called Bunny Land and played around with it, while the Serpent King, being a pacifist by nature, didn’t actively kill people.
The divine mother created several powerful dragons before the child could wake, but they all possessed individualistic tendencies and eccentric personalities, proving utterly useless.
There was no choice left but a final measure. Just as the divine mother made a grave decision, an event occurred that briefly roused the Underworld King from sleep.
“Ahhh!”
The Underworld King, who had been sleeping soundly in a beautiful pink canopy bed with flowing fabric, briefly awoke from its long slumber as the entire chamber trembled.
This was precisely around May of that year—when Evan and her companions carelessly invaded Dr. Bruno’s Research Laboratory with merely four bottles of water and some provisions.
“An earthquake! Is it an earthquake?!”
The Underworld King’s sluggishly moving subterranean tomb happened to be passing directly beneath Dr. Bruno’s Secret Research Laboratory. The vibrations from the activated mechanism briefly roused the Underworld King, but upon receiving word from the Panda Butler via written message that all was well, it could fall back into slumber.
And approximately half a year later.
“Ahhhhh! It’s freezing!”
A thunderous boom echoed through the Underworld King’s sluggish subterranean tomb as water surged upward. This was the combined handiwork of the Dragon King’s shield, Evan Laef’s ice drill, and the Common Professor’s gravitational magic—the moment when they bored through one hundred meters of bedrock, and the waters of the Stalactite Cave from Dr. Bruno’s Secret Research Laboratory came rushing forth.
Not only did they create a vast lake within the Academy, but they carved water veins so extensively that water flooded even the Underworld King’s sleeping chamber. The Underworld King awoke for the second time that night.
Boom!
“Ahhhhh! Nooooo!”
When the Dragon King—whose face I’d never seen before—crashed down upon the head of my bed, I was furious enough to die. This happened on the very day of the incident where Evan gave Seian away.
I’d been peacefully asleep, and they’d woken me three times. Moreover, judging by the commotion on the Surface World, it didn’t seem as though humanity had gone extinct.
When I attempted a video call using the communication device the Machine King had left behind, the Machine King appeared—sporting rabbit ears and thoroughly enjoying an amusement park—his expression turning to one of dismay.
I wept.
I missed my Mother.
Exhausted from being roused from sleep, the young Underworld King collapsed into unconsciousness, and the Panda Butler carefully carried his master to bed. Seeing his master’s plight, even the Panda Butler’s eyes glistened with tears.
“Sniff, sniff.”
Not long after, the young Underworld King awoke once more. The doorbell rang incessantly—it must have chimed a hundred and forty times. I left the lights on, wiped away my tears, and trudged out from my sluggish subterranean tomb to step through the gate.

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