Seoul Object Story

Lying on the floor of the containment room which was covered with fluffy carpet, I looked up at the ceiling and saw a pudding inside bubbles flying in the air.

The bubbles surrounding the pudding reflected the scenery of the containment room in many patterns. They were scattered and showed a distorted shape of things inside the containment room, such as a bed, a pudding factory, and myself lying on the floor.

Warm air, a cozy bed, and the pudding factory where the Golden Reaper worked happily.

The containment room was peaceful and quiet, as always, but I lay on the floor with a gloomy expression.

One of the joys of my life, playing a prank on the Mini Reaper, had failed!

As I lay there with a sad expression, the Red Reaper, who had carefully roasted the white Hungry Ghost’s entire body and turned it into a Black Hungry Ghost, approached me and gave me the Black Hungry Ghost as a gift.

“Kyuuuu…”

The White Hungry Ghost, which had been roasted to the point that not a single white part of it remained, cried out in a sad voice. At the same time, the Red Reaper smiled brightly, exuding the will that told me to eat the Hungry Ghost and recover quickly.

Om nom nom-!

I was chewing the bite-sized Black Hungry Ghost in my mouth, and then I remembered the ability I had gained from dealing with the Yellow Moon. It wasn’t a very useful ability, so I didn’t pay much attention to it, but I decided to test it out now.

When I tried to use the ability, the Red Reaper who was watching from the side opened its mouth wide in surprise.

Red Mom!

Then, its surprised expression gradually changed to a joyful expression. It jumped up and down as if it was really excited.

The new ability I gained from dealing with the Yellow Moon was the ability to change skin color. It was purely an ability that changed my color without the help of mind corruption or giving me the ability to imitate the ability of other reapers like the ability of the Yellow Reaper.

Even though it wasn’t a practical ability, I thought the kids would like it. However, the Red Reaper showed a reaction several times more intense than I expected. It was like a puppy that was begging to go for a walk, tugging at my little finger which was laying on the floor.

It seemed like it wanted to go out to the courtyard where the other Mini Reapers were gathered to show off.

Mom is the same color as me!

I slowly got up, pretending not to be able to resist the Red Reaper’s tugging at my little finger, and put the Red Reaper on my head.

Plop-! Plop-!

Then, I slowly walked toward the courtyard, guided by the Red Reaper who looked very happy.