Seoul Object Story

Late afternoon at Sehee Research Institute, before the sun had set.

In the institute’s inner courtyard, bathed in comfortably warm sunlight, researchers and mini Reapers were lounging about.

Researchers who had briefly stopped by the courtyard to take a break.

Mini Reapers eating the emotions and snacks given by these researchers.

In this peaceful courtyard, as always, a strangely shaped Object was emerging from the ground.

An anomaly that occurs anywhere humans are, regardless of location.

The natural occurrence of an Object.

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And there was an Hungry Ghost Reaper closely observing this Object.

It’s not a mini Reaper.

It’s not an Hungry Ghost subspecies either.

A harmful Object? Ambiguous. It doesn’t seem to be that either.

It was an Object that emitted mental pollution while trying to deceive itself into thinking it was a Golden Reaper, like the fake Golden Reapers created by the yellow moon.

But the weak mental pollution this Object possessed couldn’t even deceive itself into thinking it was a Golden Reaper, and its appearance was quite different from a Golden Reaper.

Wriggling like a ghost covered in cloth.

A golden Object with a soft, pudding-like body.

It was reaching out its soft hands into the air, craving the researchers’ attention, but no one was paying any attention to this Object.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper poked the pudding-like Object, about the size of a palm, with its finger.

Who are you?

When the Hungry Ghost Reaper projected its will to ask, the golden Object turned its head and answered with its will.

I don’t know.

Perhaps because it was a newly born Object, it seemed to have no idea what it was.

Moreover, its form was unstably fluctuating according to the surrounding environment.

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The Hungry Ghost Reaper was looking at this sight with curious eyes.

Unlike mini Reapers, this Object had no firewood in its heart.

Moreover, it wasn’t under the control of an owner like the Objects in the mini Reaper garden.

In such cases, they were all Objects harmful to humans to varying degrees, but this Object didn’t smell harmful at all.

The round-headed Object that had made the Sword of Light for Golden Reapers was like that too.

It had smelled slightly harmful, and that degree had gradually worsened.

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When a researcher walked by with snacks, the golden Object reached out its small, wriggling hands, but the researcher passed by without even a glance.

Sad.

The golden Object melted, drooping its form like a Black Reaper.

Was it because it remembered its owner who, at some point, started refusing with a frightened “Ack, it’s Tantalos’ cooking!” every time it brought a beautifully crafted dessert with vivid finger shapes?

Seeing it craving human attention but not being rewarded, the Hungry Ghost Reaper somehow felt like helping.

Placing the melted golden Object on its palm, the Hungry Ghost Reaper conveyed its will.

I’ll help you.

First, we need to fix that melted form.

It needs to take a form at least similar to a mini Reaper.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper helped the Object on its palm take a form similar to a mini Reaper by kneading it this way and that.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper used precise swordsmanship and even flames that burn Objects to change the Object’s form.

Then it took it to the Magic Mirror in the courtyard to show its changed appearance.

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The golden Object was staring at the mirror, truly delighted by its appearance that had become very similar to a mini Reaper.

It was truly the birth of a Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper.

It’s similar now!

Seeing the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper giggling shyly, the Hungry Ghost Reaper smiled contentedly.

The Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper, having received this plastic surgery, was chosen by a certain researcher sooner than expected.

If you need help, call me with your will. I’ll come to help.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper sent its will as it watched the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper moving further away from the courtyard.

The Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper waved its hand towards the Hungry Ghost Reaper with a very happy face, expressing its gratitude.

It was a somewhat special day in the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s daily life.