[MashUp] Ch 36: Amagi Early Access

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Seeing Tiramy, Macaron, and Moffle all burning with passion, Takuma nodded.

He then turned his gaze to the Elementario quartet.

"Muse, Salama, Kobory, Sylphy."

"You four are tomorrow's trump card."

"When guests arrive at your stage, exhausted in body, mind, and spirit..."

He paused, his tone full of temptation.

"Your performance will brand this experience into their memory forever."

"I want them to close their eyes years from now and still see that ice palace you created with your own hands—shining, eternal, and perfect."

"This is our first shot fired. Our very first brand memory."

He handed them the final booklet, the thickest of them all— Frozen.

"Muse, you are Elsa, the princess born with ice powers."

"Salama," he turned to the fire fairy, "you are Anna, passionate and full of life."

"Kobory, you'll raise towering mountains of snow and give life to walking stone giants."

"And Sylphy, you'll become the invisible wind spirit, guiding the story and sweeping up the storm."

"Together, the four of you will tell a tale of family, freedom, and self-acceptance—right in front of a live audience."

"You'll use magic to build a real, dazzling, never-melting ice palace in full view of every single guest!"

"And you'll sing—loud enough for them to hear your true hearts—"

"Let it go let it go I can't hold it back anymore~"

"...Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway"

The seven fairies clutched their scripts, bodies rigid, faces frozen in shock.

Could they really do all this?

Next, under Takuma's personal guidance, the seven began their hellish training that very night.

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Parking lot.

Wrench-kun, the Chief of Engineering, was crouched under an old, beat-up tour bus, his fairy crew buzzing around him.

With a final twist of his spanner, the engine—silent for years—sputtered to life and roared with a deep, steady growl.

"You old beast, you finally woke up!" Wrench-kun patted the side of the bus, eyes shining with a craftsman's passion.

"I knew it—you've still got ten years left in you!"

"Follow Takuma-sama, and the best days of our lives are still ahead!"

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Kitchen.

Nick, the Head of Catering, stood with his kitchen crew, surrounded by gleaming counters and crates of top-tier ingredients.

"Never thought after twenty years I'd feel this fired up again… to build a whole new menu from scratch."

Nick stared at the fresh produce and marbled meat, his hands tightening on his chef's knife.

"If we can't make dishes that melt on the tongue with ingredients like these, I don't deserve this hat!"

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Merchandising division.

Mer-chan stood before his team, giving sharp, no-nonsense orders.

"Clear out every vending machine—anything close to expiry, pull it! Take it back to the dorms, we'll eat it ourselves."

"Then file for a budget increase and restock with the freshest batch, latest production date."

"Move fast—load up and get the goods now!"

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Main gate.

Chief of Security Okuro stood tall, watching the entire park bustle like a furnace.

The rugged man's face was full of anticipation.

Tomorrow, this place would finally come back to life.

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At the same time, inside the office building.

Triken's fingers flew across the keyboard, leaving ghostly afterimages.

"This is it—now!"

He smashed the Enter key.

The official Maple Entertainment account lit up with a brand-new announcement.

A golden, gleaming lottery link popped up under the just-released "Dreamland Early Access" event notice.

The internet exploded.

("Holy crap! A lottery?! Has Amagi gone mad? Yesterday they drop a god-tier promo video, and today they're giving out free tickets?!")

("One hundred slots! Retweet! Pick me! I'll go lick the pavement if I have to!")

("LOL, Amagi guys are dumb. That run-down park can't be fixed in a single day. I'm just here to watch the winners cry tomorrow.")

("Just a scam to sell memberships later.")

("Hahaha, waiting to see the winning losers tomorrow")

("I swear, I'll fuck myself if this isn't a scam.")

("↳Reply: Boss, please teach me how to fuck myself. I'm interested.")

("Tsk! Whoever's running Amagi must be a total idiot.")

The mix of skepticism and hype shot Amagi Brilliant Park's popularity to the stratosphere.

And beyond the park, similar scenes were playing out all across Shinjuku City.

"Hello, ma'am, we're from Amagi Brilliant Park—"

A young fairy girl, trembling but determined, handed a beautifully printed flyer to a housewife carrying a shopping basket.

The woman gave the flyer a quick glance, her expression twisting into a mix of disdain and practicality.

"Amagi? Isn't that the park that's about to go bankrupt?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word cut like a knife.

"I went there when I was a kid. These days? Not even stray dogs go there. Old, filthy, just a money trap."

The girl's face flushed scarlet. Her nails dug into her palms.

But then she remembered Takuma's steady gaze. She remembered Director Tohru's oh-so-sweet smile.

A strange fire rose inside her.

"It's not the same anymore!"

Her voice trembled but carried unshakable conviction. "We've been reborn! Please—just watch our promo video!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The housewife waved her off, already turning away.

"I don't have time for some scammy video."

Desperate, the fairy blurted out the ultimate move Takuma had taught them: "Ma'am! Tomorrow is our opening preview! With this flyer, your kid can get in completely free!"

The woman stopped mid-step.

She turned back, suspicious. "Free? What's the catch? Are adult tickets super expensive or something?"

"No!"

The fairy shook her head frantically and recited her training lines word for word.

"Tomorrow is a special experience day—we're not selling tickets at all. We're only welcoming guests with invitations!"

"And tomorrow's Sunday! The perfect day to take your kid out, don't you think?"

The housewife hesitated.

She looked down at the flyer—designed like a luxury event invitation—then at the fairy girl's nervous but painfully sincere eyes.

"…Fine. I'll take it and see."

She shoved the flyer into her shopping bag.

She was still half-skeptical, but a tiny seed called curiosity had been planted.

And conversations like this were happening in every corner of Shinjuku.

Everyone in the park was burning themselves out at their posts.

Because they believed—

That man would once again lead them… to create a miracle.

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