Seoul Object Story

Unlike the snowy field where the purple moon hung, the Sehee Research Institute’s courtyard was bathed in warm sunlight.

I lay on a fluffy marshmallow under the sun.

Above me, countless Golden Reapers clung, rolling around with joyful expressions.

I was quite shocked when I woke up from the dream and encountered the Golden Reapers.

Golden Reapers don’t roam where humans aren’t, so I thought I wouldn’t be caught!

I wondered if the Sprout Reapers, sensing the dream, had snitched, but they shook their heads, denying it.

I had something to take care on my mind after that dream.

So, I was quietly arrested in the snowman and escorted to the Sehee Research Institute.

The Golden Reapers, thinking I might run away, watched me with curious eyes as I followed obediently.

Their demand was slightly different from what I expected.

Lying in the courtyard with the Golden Reapers, rolling around, and eating snacks!

I remembered the Golden Reapers liked clinging to my body.

Did they wish this because I’d been throwing them off, annoyed by their clinging?

I thought angry Golden Reapers would punish me with ‘Drink 1 liter of evolution fluid’, but they were lenient.

I’d secretly hidden evolution fluid in Gwanak-gu’s underground, to feed to misbehaving Golden Reapers.

Hihi.

The Golden Reaper crunched on a uniquely textured long snack, then held it out to me, finding it tasty.

Mommy!

As I bit into the snack and munched, the Golden Reaper giggled with delight.

!

Other clinging Golden Reapers started shoving their favorite snacks into my mouth.

A torture scene that would have burst a human’s stomach.

In the Sehee Research Institute’s courtyard, where this cruel torture unfolded, others suffered.

Four Orange Reapers, buried in the flowerbed like Sprout Reapers.

What did they do to deserve being buried like that?

Orange Reapers especially hate getting sand or mud on them…

Their usually calm faces were crumpled.

A Red Reaper played in the dirt beside them.

It piled mud on the Orange Reapers’ fur with both hands, building a sandcastle.

Next to them, a White Ghoul, bound and with a candlewick in its abdomen, cried, turned into a candle.

Kkyuhinghing.

Bound with the Orange Reapers, did the White Ghoul and Orange Reapers team up for a rebellion?

Looking at the strangely eventful courtyard, as lunchtime approached, I saw Yerin waving and approaching.

“Reaper!”

Yerin, seen after a long time, greeted me with a smile, as always.

And I started staring intently at Yerin’s neck.

There was one reason I was quietly arrested.

I had to check on Yerin, so I had to return to the Sehee Research Institute anyway.

At first, I thought it was just a dream, but something bothered me.

The timing and number of ‘Purple Reapers’ appearing.

The Purple Reapers appeared right after enduring an hour and defeating ‘Nameless’.

And not just one, but several.

So, it was strange to think they appeared because I destroyed the purple moon.

It was more natural to say they appeared after defeating several hermit crabs disguised as humans.

If that were true, the hermit crabs destroyed in the dream became real.

Then, could it be, the isekai mini-Yerin too?

I reached this thought.

!

And I discovered it.

A purple line perfectly encircling Yerin’s neck, like a circle.

It was a wound from an Object, so neat it looked like a pen drawing, not a scar.

But a scar was clearly there.

No! My Yerin!

My heart ached, thinking it was my fault she got hurt.