Seoul Object Story

While I was looking up at the huge, flaming red skull, a strange sound tickled my ears.

“Keuuuu”

Following the sound, I saw a writhing lump of mucus where the heart had once been, now reduced to ashes.

It was a black, horribly smelly lump.

It smelled so bad I couldn’t keep a straight face.

The Golden Reapers, with their super-sensitive senses, had already backed away from the lump.

Ew… What is that?

As I got closer, it seemed to be saying something.

I don’t want to die… Help me…

The sound was small and distorted, but it clearly said, ‘Help me’.

Ah, speaking of the fact that it spoke in human language, I remember seeing a similarly smelly guy before! That Human-Object hybrid monster that attacked me in the cave!

Hmm, now that I see it again, the molten mass seemed to be forming into a human shape.

What the? You are telling me that there’s another one of those weird monsters?

Ugh… It needed to die!

So, without much thought, I just blew off the mucus man’s head with ‘Overlap’. ¹

Bubble-! Bubble-!

With the head now blown off, the mucus boiled, stirred, and then exploded into pieces.

The mucus man, who kept muttering ‘I don’t want to die, help me.’ till the very end was finally out of his misery, leaving behind only a puddle of pitch black blood, just like the hybrid monster that had attacked me in the cave.

The mucus could no longer form back into a lump, flowing and spreading everywhere.

Pow-! Pow-!

Meanwhile, the Golden Reaper sleeping on top of my head woke up, punched my head a few times again, and then went back off to sleep.

Hmm… Sigh, I know it will get even angrier, but…

But still! It will be so much fun!

Sneakily I took the little Golden Reaper that was sleeping peacefully on top of my head and quickly chucked it into the puddle of black blood.

As soon as It came into contact with the puddle, the very same Golden Reaper who after falling asleep wouldn’t wake up even if the world were to end, was so startled that it jumped awake out of the slime.

The Golden Reaper, shaking off the black goo by using its phantom form, seemed absolutely livid and instantly returned to the Garden of Golden Reaper.

Ah… It’s absolutely furious, huh? Shit.

Even when I summoned it back to my palm, it just turned its back on me, not even sparing me a glance.

I’m sorry! I will never do it again! I promise! I said, stroking its little head and giving it little head pats with all my heart.

As I continued giving it pats and stroking it, it finally glanced at me and then went back to its regular routine of desperately clinging back to my head, smiling.

Sigh… As expected, the Golden Reaper was kind. Too kind, in fact.