"Speaking of which, should I start burning inse before writing my diary ime? Maybe I wasn't pious enough today because I didn't offer anything."
The more Ren thought about it, the more it made sense. He decided that tomorrow m, before writing his diary, he would take a bath, burn inse, and draw the prize in his best dition.
Maybe that would increase his ces of hitting the jackpot.
Then he suddenly remembered, tomorrow was the weekend, his part-time job day.
"Let's see…"
He pulled out his phone and checked his schedule. Sure enough, tomorrow was a workday, and it was at a pce he dreaded going.
"W as a mascot at Tropical Land… That pce where the Death God and the Angel often hang out. It's also a hotspot for trouble."
"I really don't want to go."
Even though 16 years had passed since his previous life, the tragic events at Tropical Land iive still lingered in his mind.
The decapitation case that occurred there articurly unfettable.
But this time, he couldn't skip his part-time job.
The pay was simply too good to pass up.
W eight hours a day for 100,000 yen, 12,500 yen per hour was a very high wage.
Holy, if it weren't for the tempting sary, Ren would've turned down this job without a sed thought.
"Fet it. The money's worth it."
"It's okay to endure a little disfort for money."
While 100,000 yen might not mean much to an average family, it was a siderable amount for someone like him who lived paycheck to paycheck.
Although Tropical Land carried its risks, the job seemed manageable. Ren vinced himself that nothing too serious would happen during his shift.
Having made up his mind, he tinued scrolling through his phoo check the job details.
"Wear a mascot e, hand out balloons to kids, and take photos with guests."
"Mascot es? They're probably bulky and heavy. The weather's fine now, but wearing one of those will definitely be exhausting. I'd better go to bed early tonight."
Ren was a firm believer in staying well-rested for work, and he had developed a habit of maintaining a sistent sleep schedule.
With nothing else to study or prepare for, he decided to call it a day ao bed.
Pg his phone on the nightstand, Ren y down and fell asleep almost instantly.
He always went to bed early, han 10 p.m. and tonight was no exception.
Not only was going to bed early good for his health, but it was also a necessary precaution in his current living situation.
In Beika Town, the best rental apartments weren't the ones with fshy exteriors or moderies.
Most well-lit, nicely decorated, and affordable apartments had dark histories.
In Beika, murder houses were the cheapest options. If you were lucky, you could snag a bargain.
For example, Ren's current apartment was a luxury unit on a high floor with excellent decor, re just 10,000 yen per month. It even included free utilities.
However, the cheap rent came with a catch, the pce had a serious history.
To be precise, there were three "souls" haunting the apartment.
Initially, Ren had beeant to rent it, but the low prid free utilities were too tempting to pass up.
So, he'd rehe pce for two years.
This was his sed year living there.
Thankfully, he'd mao live peacefully so far by stig to a strict routine: going to bed early and waking up early to avoid overpping with the spirits' active hours.
This arra had allowed him to coexist with the "souls" without any major is.
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The m, the weather was clear and pleasant.
Ren's first task upon waking was to greet the spirits.
"Good m. Looks like we made it through another peaceful day."
After some simple preparations, he grabbed his bag a for work.
Tropical Land was one of Beika City's rgest amusement parks, featuring numerous attras aertai zones.
With its steady influx of tourists, it was also a popur pce to work part-time.
At least, that's how most people saw it.
For Ren, however, it otential danger zone. Large, crowded pces like this always seemed to attract the Death God.
Upon arriving at the park, Ren followed the registration procedures and was allowed entry.
The park had a system where workers were pre-registered, eliminating the need for individual ches on the day of work.
Onside, Ren headed straight to his assigned location to meet his supervisor.
"o meet you, Amamiya," said a female manager eared to be in her 30s. She had a kind demeanor, but signs of overwork were evident on her face.
This was an ice cream shop of some scale, situated within the park. Such shops were reportedly quite profitable in amusement parks.
Ren gave a polite bow. "Hello."
The maudied him for a moment and seemed relieved.
"As I was told, you're not much of a talker. That's good. I prefer workers who don't talk too much, especially for mascot roles."
Ren uood her point. In this line of work, being reserved was actually an advantage.
"I won't waste your time with unnecessary details. Let me expin your hours and tasks."
The manager quickly outlined his schedule and responsibilities.
"You'll work from 9 a.m. to 12 p.m., followed by a lunch break. Afternoon shifts run from 1:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m."
"Your duties include handing out promotional flyers, giving balloons to kids, and taking photos with guests. Got it?"
The instrus were straightforward, and Ren nodded slightly. "Got it."
The manager g the clock. There was still some time before his shift officially began.
"It's not time to start yet. Go to the dressing room, put your things away, and try on the mascot e."
Ren plied without pint and made his way to the dressing room at the back.
Inside, several rge mascot es were hanging, ea different sizes to aodate various workers.
He chose a mouse e with a hat, big round eyes, and a chubby mouth. It was adorable and seemed like the kind of character kids would love.
"I just hope there won't be too many acts today."