Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 98

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I quickly opened my status window to check my available experience points. I was tempted by Cha Cha’s proposal and nearly turned around, but the warning about never looking back in the Underworld flashed through my mind. I also thought the others would worry about me, so I decided it was best to leave first and report that I was safe. As I climbed the staircase, a notification appeared saying the plot had changed.
It wasn’t just one notification either—something kept popping up every time Cha Cha spoke. At first, it said the plot had changed very slightly, but later it said the plot had changed somewhat, and experience points were being dumped in increments of 10,000. Eventually, I’d accumulated over 50,000.

Evan Laef
Status: Blessing of Ursh
Experience: 61,400
SR) Magnificent Worker’s Hand lv.1 – 10,000 until next level
R) Beast’s Charisma lv.1 – 1,000 until next level
R) Professional Guitar Playing lv.1 – 1,000 until next level
N) Horsemanship lv.10
N) Cold Resistance lv.3 – 300 until next level
N) Poison Tolerance lv.5 – 100 until next level
L) Trick Breathing
EX) Will Do Anything to Survive

Mitchell Neftis
Status: Blessing of Ursh
Experience: 62,610
SR) Guided Freezing Magic lv.1 – 10,000 until next level
R) Accuracy lv.2 – 2,000 until next level
R) Superhuman lv.4 – 4,000 until next level
R) Inspiration lv.1 – 1,000 until next level
UR) Fusion

I’d actually been sitting on experience points for minor skills, but with this influx, I could level up all my rare skills easily. Super rare skills didn’t show much improvement when leveling anyway. It was more useful to acquire higher-tier skills or obtain better ones through fusion. Inspiration was utterly useless, though.
The Inspiration skill is completely useless!
“Resistance types, huh…”
It seemed like there might not be a higher-tier skill for it, unlike Horsemanship.
I experimentally leveled Cold Resistance up to level 10 and received a notification that there was no higher-tier skill. Then I hesitated about what to do next.
Since I’d already confirmed it with cold, there seemed no need to level it further. But resistance and tolerance seemed like different categories. Even if resistance increases, you still feel the cold, but if you develop tolerance, poison won’t affect you at all, right?
I couldn’t fall for this kind of semantic trap, so let me test it one more time.

A higher-tier skill of N) Poison Tolerance has been created: R) Immunity to All Poisons lv.1

Yes! That’s right! I’m losing it, I’m losing it. If Rare has Hundred Toxin Immunity, then Super Rare must have Thousand Toxin Immunity. The skill tree diagram had already been sketched out, so I was considering investing more experience points to raise Hundred Toxin Immunity further, but then my eyes landed on Beast’s Charisma.
If I had the power now, I could skip past this in one go. It meant I could eliminate this condition where I couldn’t bring myself to bow my head to anyone weaker than me.
Of course, this condition had its conveniences, but now that I’ve become the Market’s leader, I’d be bowing and scraping all over the place, so it would be better to fix it if I could.
To put it bluntly, if I ever had an audience with the Emperor and couldn’t bow my head… that would be a death sentence at worst. I’d escape before dying anyway, so a wanted notice would be issued across the entire nation.
Let me get rid of this damned charisma first. With that resolve, I poured experience points into Beast’s Charisma.

R) Beast’s Charisma skill has been mastered.

R) Beast’s Charisma has no higher-tier skills.

“….”
Why, why, why, why?!
Come on, fusion or whatever, try something! What happens to me after I’ve spent all this experience?!
I tapped the status window in frustration, but swinging my fist at empty air only hurt my own arm. It was unfair. So that’s why those mages who enrolled at the Academy try so desperately to survive and meet high priests. Even with training, you can only grow if you take the right skill tree path. For someone like me with an experience-accumulating constitution, or when raising skills with experience-boosting items, getting help from a priest would remove all hesitation.
“Ugh.”
What should I invest the remaining 9,100 experience points into? I’ll skip Evan Laef and work on Mitchell Neftis instead. This one has clear priorities anyway. The most noticeable effect comes from Superhuman. I’m aiming for 3 times 500, but let me raise the skill first.

R) Superhuman’s higher-tier skill, SR) Superhuman Lv.1 skill has been created.

No personality at all. The name didn’t even change. At the very least, shouldn’t there be some variation like Absolute Superhuman? It’s a Super Rare skill. After this, there are only three more skill grades, right? Ultra Rare, Legend, and Extra. Legends usually get proper nouns, so Super Rare should have a cooler name. To begin with, the skills in my status window had no style whatsoever. What kind of name is “Loophole Exploitation” for a Legend skill? That one that revives everyone except the dead—when it hit Legend, they gave it some fancy name like “Breath of Life” or something with a long, cool unique title like a magical incantation.
“Cough!”
While I was complaining about this and that internally, blood surged up from my throat. Oh right, I raised the skill all at once without preparing for the recoil.
“Hack.”
What kind of idiot does this? I thought maybe I could still manage it by drinking salad oil, so I felt around my chest, but no matter how much I fumbled, I couldn’t find the emergency oil bottle.
“Oh right.”
I had changed into formal clothes for the Market speech. The oil bottle was probably sleeping peacefully inside the Academy uniform cloak I had taken off.
“Idiot….”
I cursed myself and buried my head in the grass. After being unconscious for a while, I came to and saw stars twinkling in the night sky.

Half-asleep, I gazed up at the sky where shooting stars cascaded down, and I was making a wish when I caught the scent of smoke. It was close enough that I looked around, and sure enough, flames were erupting somewhere deep in the forest to the east.
Let’s see, the big Canis Major is over there, so the fire is to the east from here…
In any case, unless I’d somehow escaped to the North Pole, the fire was burning to the east by my reckoning. I hadn’t traveled far from the Well outside the Beast-Human Village, so if I was unlucky, that burning inferno could very well be Ilam, where the Harbor was located.
“Sigh.”
Should I run again?
After doing some light warm-up exercises, I pushed off the ground and sprinted, but my accelerating body became uncontrollable, so I had to stop abruptly.
“Gasp!”
Super rare superhuman—this is terrifying. I don’t know how to manage this power. Now I understand why the Department Head Professor and Gerth kept recommending I train my muscles. It’s good that my speed and strength have increased, but I haven’t adapted to it sensually. If I could just figure out which muscles are moving when I move, it would be easier… but.
For now, I guess I just have to move around recklessly until I get used to it.
I jogged lightly, tried jumping in place, and even bounced up into a tall tree. So this is what it felt like when Hubert climbed trees so smoothly. He was using branches as footholds and pushing off with pure leg strength. Because he didn’t consider the landing and just stepped on the next foothold, he could move through the trees with such skill.
“Ahhh!”
Of course, that only works if the branches don’t break.
I stepped on an unripe branch, felt the ground crumble beneath my feet, crashed to the ground, and then climbed back up to the tallest tree.
Standing on a sturdy branch, I examined the fire—it was burning in the middle of the forest. At least it wasn’t the Harbor. Our village must be located where those clustered lights were in the distance. The village had grown quite large, after all.
So that means the fire is either a simple forest fire, or it’s the Beast-Human Village where I originally was.
“…”
Now that I think about it, Titi was with me back then. Given that it’s the middle of the night, quite some time must have passed. If Titi suddenly panicked and flew to Reina or Gerth to tell them…
Everyone might think I was dead and have done something reckless. I really need to get there quickly. Rather than running at full speed to adapt to my velocity, I jogged leisurely toward the fire. As expected, large fires were breaking out all over the Beast-Human Village, and the situation was utter chaos.
Demons were rampaging, and a Floor Master I think I’d greeted in passing was slaughtering demi-humans. That Object Head over there rolling gear wheels and destroying buildings—I definitely recognize them, but I don’t know their name, so I can’t call out to them.
Honestly, this seems like it happened because of me. But I have no idea what to say to make them stop. “Please don’t fight because of me”? That’s not it…
“Honey!”
Oh thank goodness, someone I know showed up.
I heard Leri’s voice and was about to greet them happily, but Leri scooped me up and held me aloft like the Lion King, shouting across the neighborhood.
“Honey! Honey’s alive, everyone! Evan’s alive! Your Majesty! Titi! Young Master! Lakne! Magania! Chirpy’s Father! Bicure! Wenri!”
Quite the crowd had gathered. So the Object Head was being called Chirpy’s Father. At Leri’s shout, Gerth was the first to rush over. Arriving in front of me at nearly warp speed, Gerth took me from Leri and continued the Lion King pose, but in the opposite direction, so all I could see was Gerth.
“You were alive.”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“Mm.”
While Gerth and I shared the emotion of our reunion, Hubert and the Floor Masters gathered around, and Leri sighed with a dissatisfied expression. Titi, who arrived fluttering late, transformed into a sparrow and clung to my head, chirping sadly and weeping.

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