Seoul Object Story

Deep within the Free City Alliance.

Even compared to ordinary cities, the Free City Alliance was quite alien, but there was one place that exuded an even more alien atmosphere.

Buildings collapsed, leaving only gaunt skeletal pillars.

Makeshift structures cobbled together onto those pillars using scrap materials.

Drums filled with various corpses and waste, burning.

And a place full of monstrous humans who had completely shed their human form.

It was the gathering place of the Scavengers.

In a place where the smell of blood, burning plastic, and rusted metal mingled, there was one spot where the smell of blood was particularly strong.

It was a place where people were hung up on hooks like meat in a slaughterhouse.

In that place reeking particularly strongly of blood, a man who was once a mercenary in the Free City Alliance was cutting off a person’s arm in the Scavenger den’s slaughterhouse.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

The man fought back the urge to vomit and slowly continued sawing.

I can’t help it either. I can’t help it either!

In reality, the man had few options.

He had developed psychosis.

He knew that most mercenaries who had numerous Objects implanted would die from psychosis.

But he believed he was a special existence, not belonging to the majority.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t special.

At some point, his vision turned red, and a voice descended from the sky.

An absurd voice saying [Kill humans].

It was a typical symptom of the psychosis ‘Red Eye’.

There were only a few outcomes for mercenaries who developed psychosis due to Object overuse.

Eventually going mad and being killed after massacring people.

Committing suicide before going mad from the red voice.

Resorting to cannibalism and degenerating into a Scavenger.

Only about three paths remained.

Strangely, after eating human flesh, the psychosis completely disappeared for a while.

As if it was fine as long as one killed humans.

And the man chose to survive.

He joined the Scavengers to eat human flesh.

As he absentmindedly sawed the arm, lost in thought, his senior shouted at him.

“Hey hey hey, don’t kill him! We need to sell the prosthetic arm, so you can’t kill him.”

Turning his gaze, he saw the person being butchered convulsing and foaming at the mouth, looking like they would die at any moment.

But before anything could be done, the convulsions stopped, and the man’s body began to twist bizarrely.

Crunch. Crunch.

The sound of bones shattering as Objects went berserk.

“Ah, damn it!”

The senior threw the saw he was holding onto the floor.

Thwack!

With the sound of tearing leather, the Object prosthetic arm that tore out of the man’s body had already lost its prosthetic form.

The prosthetic, transformed into a hideous spider monster, quickly crawled away somewhere.

“Hah, ruined.”

The Scavenger senior slumped down carelessly onto a nearby table and lit a cigarette.

Just as the man was about to sit down nearby too, the sound of heavy footsteps began to echo.

Thud. Thud.

Footsteps that sounded like they belonged to something weighing several hundred kilos.

A silhouette that looked closer to a robot or tank than a human.

Its weight and appearance matched its moniker, ‘Tank’.

The man, the leader of this Scavenger group, shouted loudly.

“Everyone listen!”

And the words that followed were simple.

The comrades who went to kill the mercenaries and seize the cargo are dead.

So those who want revenge, follow me.

The leader’s words were lengthy, but summarized, it was a simple story.

But it was dangerous and unappealing.

Seeing the Scavengers’ expressions, the leader grinned.

“By the way, I heard there’s a ‘pure human’ among those mercenaries.”

The moment they heard those words, all the Scavengers, including the man, stood up.

Pure human!

Pure humans were extremely rare beings in the Free City Alliance.

Moreover, rumors circulated that their flesh not only suppressed the ever-worsening psychosis but also increased one’s capacity, allowing for more Objects to be grafted.

And what followed were the Scavengers’ cheers, fervor, and madness.

All the Scavengers began grabbing their weapons and moving out for revenge.