The morning of the third day since the opening of Flower Golden Resort dawned.

One hour before the lobby doors opened at 9AM, the employees who had come to work gathered in the lobby to hear the mascot’s briefing.

And today, once again, something extraordinary happened.

The mascot pointed to the resort’s left window.

Beyond it, you could still see part of the resort area that was in ruins.

And the moment the mascot declared it—

“…!!”

The ruins beyond the window began to reconstruct themselves.

Broken glass swirled together to form a dome, with gold accents glittering in the seams.

Inside, it’s filled with dazzling golden flowers.

Steam rose from above, and a glass hallway extended from the resort building, breaking through the window and forming a door that connected them.

Standard mascots rushed out and put up an elegant sign overhead.

[Healing Golden Spa]

All the staff widened their eyes at the golden glass greenhouse.

From this view, it looked like a marvelous place straight out of a fairy tale… but it was not meant for humans.

If a human entered with no information and tried to enjoy the spa, ‘■■ goes missing’, ‘bones removed from all limbs, later found in the recycling area’—such horrific endings would fit perfectly here.

Even the oils used were like that.

The spa’s featured oils were carefully selected from the finest ingredients: Sun Orange, Grape, Fig, Everfarm’s Apple Juice, Blood of 18-year-old ■■ from Mt. ■■, vascular juice of bipedal primates, and so on…

…Recalling the sample spa introduction with such phrases, Kim Soleum felt light-headed.

‘It’s the perfect place to die.’

So after much thought, he introduced an emergency measure.

That was… automation!

At Healing Golden Spa, all massages are performed by highly professional, self-aware plants, customized for each guest.

Every massage at this spa was now done automatically by these bizarre greenhouse installations.

Kim Soleum had poured coins into the place to sever any possible connection between this perilous facility and the staff…

In the process, the spa only became more grotesque, but there were no regrets!

‘No more new Neapolitan-style ghost story rules, please…’

The theme of ‘guaranteed private rest for our valued guests’ proved useful once again.

For the record, the leftover coins were all scraped together and spent to replace the beds with top-quality furniture to match the upgraded bedding in the resort rooms.

An investment with no regard for profitability!

‘Be satisfied with your rooms, so you never leave for the lobby or hallway.’

It was all about minimizing foot traffic and eliminating variables.

In truth, the goal was no different from an exorcistic seal.

The mascot’s struggle to keep the work rules from ballooning to Rule #20 was tear-inducing…

The yellow mascot stifled a sigh and finally assigned the new employees their new duties.

First, Supervisor Lee Seonghae in the dolphin mask was put at the spa’s reservation desk.

“Okay. Understood!”

Next, Weasel was assigned as the spa lounge cleaner.

“Y-Yes…”

Still not fully back to his senses, Weasel nodded repeatedly and quickly bowed his head as he hurried off in that direction.

And there was one employee watching all this closely.

Ladybug mask.

He was just realizing something on his own.

‘…Useless staff are being assigned to posts where there’s no direct interaction…!’

In a sense, he had hit the mark.

By Kim Soleum’s standards, the more reliable staff were assigned to directly face the ghost stories.

It was a utilitarian arrangement to maximize the survival rate of the whole team, but people naturally judge others according to their own values and ways of thinking.

‘It’s sorting us!’

Ladybug clenched his fist.

Would useless staff end up fired, or converted into standard mascots?

Either way, it would be a spine-tingling ending.

‘Damn it, seriously.’

And he looked around at his competitors with a darkened gaze.

Now that he had already become a staff member, the safest official method of ‘fading into the background and clearing the stage unnoticed’ could no longer be applied.

If so, he would have to use a different method.

Make it into the passing group.

Make the ghost story itself judge that it’s fine for him to survive…!

The yellow mascot called over the staff who had been on his team and stamped their ride tickets with the stamp at the spa entrance.

Next to him, Employee Harvest Mouse, now finally seeming a bit more relaxed, even started to grin.

“At this rate, we’ll escape in four days, won’t we?”

“……”

You idiot.

The ladybug, anxious, thought.

As the person in charge of room service, what ranking am I…?

‘I can’t afford to get pushed out before getting all three stamps.’

However, regardless of what any one employee thought, the resort kept running.

A new day began with the new facility.

That day was a success as well.

However, starting the next day, the yellow mascot began to notice strange phenomena.

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