Seoul Object Story

It was a massive, snow-white Hungry Ghost, like a giant rice cake.

Though smaller than the Hungry Ghost I’d seen in my previous dreams, its expression exuded far more confidence.

Gwooo!

After scattering the swarm of smaller “Nameless,” the isekai white Hungry Ghost let out a deep, resonant roar.

Its expression showed no trace of resentment, and its cry was far from cute.

Not to mention its rock-hard body!

My own Hungry Ghost, with its pitiful expression and adorable “kyuhinghing” cry, was definitely cuter.

The blue-haired girl approached the ugly Hungry Ghost, clearly delighted, and began petting it vigorously.

“Amazing! You found your way here!”

Despite its rough, stone-like texture, the blue-haired girl beamed as she stroked it, unbothered.

She thumped the white Hungry Ghost and shouted.

“Now go! Blast all the enemies away!”

Hearing the blue-haired girl’s command, the white Hungry Ghost charged forward with a confident expression.

It probably thought the “Nameless” it had so easily scattered weren’t much of a threat.

Hmm, but won’t the “Nameless” quickly adapt to such brute force attacks?

The “Nameless,” creating an atmosphere of terror with their slow movements and ability to seemingly teleport when unobserved, were clearly Objects capable of manipulating space.

Physical attacks relying on mass weren’t particularly effective against Objects that could manipulate space.

Sure enough, the arrogant white Hungry Ghost’s charge ended the moment it collided with the first “Nameless.”

Despite the enormous difference in size, Hungry Ghost couldn’t push the “Nameless” back and was instantly caught.

After anchoring itself in space, the “Nameless” began digging its sharp claws into Hungry Ghost.

The white Hungry Ghost was soon reduced to a shredded mess, like a torn-apart rice cake.

“Ah!”

The blue-haired girl cast a worried glance at Hungry Ghost, which was slowly regenerating from its severe wounds.

I approached the girl and extended my hand.

“Let me borrow the Hungry Ghost!”

The blue-haired girl stared at my face for a moment, then nodded and grasped my hand firmly.

“Alright. I’ll lend it to you.”

The blue-haired girl and I joined hands and began controlling the white Hungry Ghost together.

We each held Halo and the white Hungry Ghost’s core in our free hands.

Yerin’s inexhaustible firewood began seeping into Hungry Ghost’s core, while Halo settled onto the white Hungry Ghost’s head.

The white Hungry Ghost’s body turned black and began to crumble endlessly.

That ugly Hungry Ghost, perhaps of a lower rank than my cute Hungry Ghost, instantly burned to ash.

But the endless flames of firewood surging through its core began restoring Hungry Ghost’s disintegrated body.

An infinite cycle of destruction and regeneration.

This painful repetition was gradually rebirthing the white Hungry Ghost as a higher-ranked being.

With each crumbling, it advanced one small step—agonizingly slow, but steady.

It would need to crumble thousands of times to approach the level of the marshmallow Hungry Ghost, but it was progressing surely, if slowly.

As its rank increased, the white Hungry Ghost let out a pain-filled groan.

Kyuhinghing.

Simultaneously, Halo settled firmly on Hungry Ghost’s head, spreading white flames around it.

As these nullifying flames touched the “Nameless” fragments, their once-solid forms began vanishing like mirages.

It’s working!

Just as I thought we could easily last an hour like this, everything began to collapse.

!

The sky crumbled, the ground shattered, revealing an endless void beneath.

It felt like a failed timeline rewinding, but something was different.

The dream is collapsing.

The white flames were destroying the dream itself, created by Object abilities.

But we hadn’t seen the ending yet!

What should we do?