Seoul Object Story

As the Hungry Ghost opened its gaping maw, brilliant light poured into the ball pit, signaling that all those pesky external threats were gone. Finally. It also meant that the Hungry Ghost’s protection had run its course—not that James was worried.

The Golden Reapers who were playing in the ball pit were the first to run out. They spread their arms wide while having a bright smile on their faces.

Under the golden sunlight, those Reapers practically glowed, radiating happiness. So cute!

James strolled out after them, basking in the warm sunlight that greeted him. A perfectly blue sky stretched above, with bright sunlight gleaming down and a cool, calm breeze brushing past him.

Gone was that dreadful black sky that had oozed unease like sticky tar. In its place, a peaceful, clear blue sky reigned, signaling the world’s oh-so-dramatic return to normality.

But when James finally tore his gaze from the picturesque scene and looked around, reality hit. Gwanak-gu was a mess. The once-splendid district was now a wasteland, the ruins slowly revealing themselves as the last remnants of that vile black slime retreated.

The bare concrete skeletons of buildings stood exposed for all to see, a stark reminder of the devastation the disaster had wrought.

It’d probably take forever for Gwanak-gu to bounce back.

But hey, with the Giant Jellyfish seemingly obliterated, the humans had reclaimed a bit more breathing room, albeit slightly.

The sound of helicopters began to echo through the ruins, where the skyscrapers and the city’s hustle and bustle were now nothing but distant memories.

The choppers lined up, touching down on the debris-strewn landscape, and soon after, soldiers from the Korea Object Association spilled out, ready to clean up the mess.

Not far behind, reporters decked out in full protective gear descended upon the scene, sticking close to the soldiers as they checked the ruins for safety.

James noticed the reporters slowly making their way toward him.

Of course, they had questions, and who better to answer them than him?

He straightened his clothes, knowing they were about to realize just how special the Gray Reaper was.

Gyu-!

A distinctive sound erupted as James squeezed the Hungry Ghost ball in his hand. A nice little memento from his wild time in Gwanak-gu, one he’d be adding to his display cabinet for sure.

With that thought, he sauntered toward the reporters, eager to bask in a little well-deserved attention.

By the way, where had the Gray Reaper gone?

The White Hungry Ghost and the Golden Reapers had also disappeared.