Seoul Object Story

Deep in the mini Reaper garden, on the milk shaved ice snowfield.

There, I was holding up a white hamster and quietly observing it.

Fluffy, snow-white fur.

Cheeks puffed out as if stuffed full of something.

A long tail with numerous fruits skewered on it.

The fruits on the tail, coated in sugar, sparkled and looked incredibly delicious.

Strangely appetizing.

Thinking this, I plucked one sugar-coated fruit from the hamster’s tail and ate it.

Om nom nom.

I popped a whole fruit into my mouth and munched.

It was a round, green grape, and it was surprisingly tasty.

Well, it was naturally sweet since it was covered in sugar.

I had expected the fruit to be very hard and shriveled from being coated in sugar, but it was unexpectedly moist and delicious.

If I had eaten this as a human, I would have had to brace for tooth decay from the sticky sugar mass.

But with my physical immunity, I could eat all kinds of snacks without worrying about tooth decay.

No matter how hard the snack.

No matter how sweet and sticky the snack!

Hehe.

As I started plucking and eating the fruits from its tail, the hamster flailed its limbs with an expression that seemed to cry, ‘My precious fruits!’

It was rebelling despite seeming terrified just seconds ago.

Seeing it struggle to the point of tears, it seemed these fruits were extremely precious to the hamster.

As I kept munching on the endless supply of sugar-coated fruits popping out of the hamster’s tail, a thought occurred to me.

A snowfield covered in snow.

A skewer that could hold processed round things.

Those two elements combined in my mind to remind me of an Object.

The evil Object that left a scar on Yerin’s neck!

It was an Object I really wanted to meet when I confirmed the dream was real through Yerin’s wound.

It was an Object I really, really wanted to meet.

I was a bit slow to realize it because I was distracted by the hamster’s fruits, but I’ve remembered now.

Hehe.

How should I torment the hamster to spread rumors about how well I tormented it?

As that thought crossed my mind, I felt my lips involuntarily twitch at the idea of revenge.

The hamster’s small eyes, filled with terror, reflected my face with its ominous expression.

That face wore a truly wicked yet satisfied smile.