Morning broke on the third day since Flower Golden Resort opened.
At 8 a.m., one hour before the lobby doors opened at 9, the employees who had come in for work gathered in the lobby to listen to the mascot’s briefing.
And today, once again, something utterly extraordinary happened.
Over there.
The mascot pointed at the left-side window of the resort.
Beyond it, part of the resort zone could still be seen lying in ruins.
Now.
Operating.
And the moment the mascot declared it—
“…!!”
The ruins beyond the window were reconstructed.
Broken glass swirled together, forming a hemispherical dome, while gold ornamentation glittered in the gaps.
And filling the inside were splendid golden flowers.
Steam rose from above, and a glass corridor stretched out toward the resort building, pierced through the window, and connected as a door formed between them.
The mass-produced mascots ran out and elegantly hung up a sign above it.
[Healing Golden Spa]
All the employees stared wide-eyed at that golden glass greenhouse.
Seen like this, it looked like an amazing place straight out of a fairy tale, but it was not a place for people.
If a human entered without any information and tried to enjoy the spa, it was the kind of place where the ending would close with horrifying descriptions like “turned into ■■ and disappeared” or “the bones of all four limbs were removed. Later found at the recycling collection point.”
Even the aromatic oils used there were like that.
The oils placed in the spa were made with carefully selected premium ingredients such as Sun Orange, grapes, figs, apple juice from Eternal Farm, the blood of an eighteen-year-old ■■ from Mount ■■, vascular extract from a bipedal primate….
Recalling the sample spa description that listed things like that, Kim Soleum felt dizzy.
‘Perfect place to die.’
So after much thought, he introduced an emergency measure.
Namely… automation!
At Healing Golden Spa, all massages are custom-administered by plants overflowing with a professional spirit.
Every massage here was handled automatically by the bizarre greenhouse facilities themselves.
Because Kim Soleum had poured…
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