Seoul Object Story

I traced the distinct scar on my neck, gazing down at the blazing stick Object.

It was easier than I thought.

The stick Object had been formidable, with tricky destruction conditions and a significant presence as an Object.

Moreover, unlike usual, I couldn’t summon my mini Reaper garden or call upon the mini Reapers. Yet, I’d managed to dispatch it surprisingly easily.

Thanks to the stick Object’s unexpected terror upon meeting my “eyes.”

As I touched the scar encircling isekai Yerin’s neck, I felt a mix of slight regret and relief.

The regret stemmed from this being a dream, meaning I couldn’t take out my frustrations on the skewer Object that had wounded Yerin.

If only it could revive in the mini Reaper garden, I’d torment it endlessly…

The relief came from this being a dream.

Thank goodness Yerin won’t actually be scarred.

Lost in these thoughts, I crouched down and poked the fallen stick Object with a twig.

Beside me, the blue-haired girl and the cult leader-like man engaged in serious conversation.

“Purple Blade. Definitely the moon’s power. But why would the moon attack alchemists?”

The man rummaged through the burning Object’s remains, and muttered.

“The moon and alchemists were supposed to be allies.”

“If the Purple Moon has truly begun attacking humans, we’re in deep trouble. We must return to the Alchemy Guild immediately and form a plan. The Purple Moon is the strongest moon. Left unchecked, this could be catastrophic.”

Having extracted a sample of the Purple Blade from the debris, the man seemed eager to leave the city at once.

Seeing this, the blue-haired girl wagged her finger, her expression suggesting she wanted to give him a playful knock on the head.

“Hmph. No, the moon isn’t the problem.”

The blue-haired girl produced a long glass rod and extracted a viscous black liquid from the Object’s remains.

“Evolution fluid?”

“Yes, that’s the real issue. Honestly, something felt off from the start.”

The blue-haired girl adopted an exaggerated pose, as if pitching a product on a home shopping network or promoting a cult.

“This isn’t your everyday evolution fluid! Drink it and evolve to immortality! Spray it on Magic Book and watch them dissolve! It’s miracle water! No side effects! No environmental pollution!! The alchemist’s ultimate dream come true!”

After her loud proclamation, she cleared her throat and continued more seriously.

“Doesn’t it seem odd? That such a perfect, beneficial substance just appeared? Such a scam-like material is bound to have terrible side effects.”

“You’re suggesting the current Alchemy Guild Master, hailed as the world’s greatest genius, is deceiving people.”

The man pondered briefly before adding, “Come to think of it, there were those blackened hermit crabs too. That must be connected to the Purple Moon’s minions and this evolution fluid.”

As I listened to their conversation, I realized this dream dealt with a much earlier time period.

In the blue-haired girl’s previous dreams, we’d only seen her responding to the evolution fluid’s effects.

Moreover, the blue-haired girl’s power level seemed incomparably lower than in other dreams.

Suddenly, a purple conch shell materialized in mid-air.

It was as if invisible hands were slowly crafting it from thin air.

The shell floated, emitting a faint light, with muffled voices leaking from within.

It was a dream waypoint, guiding me with its faint whispers.

I picked up the shell with a hint of anticipation.

But the moment I grasped it, the sky split open with a deafening roar.

Between the ominously darkened clouds, space itself cracked like shattered glass.

Through that gap, a massive Object’s hand reached out, slowly descending toward the city.