Seoul Object Story

The deserted beach where the Yellow Reaper and the plaster doll had vanished.

Silence descended upon the beach, burning white like the sun, with no one left moving.

Only ‘The Ancient One’ stood alone.

[Finally!]

Overwhelmed by the joy of seeing results after truly long ages, ‘The Ancient One’ was swept away by elation.

[It really took a long time.]

The Ancient One looked down at his blackened hands, recalling the countless years he had let slip by.

A world stained black.

A land full of black fluid, resembling but entirely different from a god.

After wandering for thousands of years, when he finally discovered the path to reach a god, the world was already on the brink of destruction.

Just as he had figured out the way to become a god, facing annihilation.

Was it truly impossible for humans to become gods after all?

Just as he was about to give up with such thoughts, a new world opened up.

It was truly the guidance of fate.

Crunch, crunch.

Lost in thought, the Ancient One slowly walked across the beach and began to look down into a pit.

After that, things were simpler than expected.

In the destroyed world, the hardest ingredient to obtain was ‘humans’, but this new world had humans as plentiful as cockroaches.

‘So humans in a world untouched by Outer Gods flourish to this extent.’

There were two things he paid the most attention to.

First was the Outer God whispering with a red voice.

Second was the ‘god’ called the ‘Gray Reaper’ in this world.

To avoid hearing the Outer God’s voice, he did not give up being human.

And all the ‘dolls’ that the Ancient One handled were merely human terminals.

To avoid being detected by the Gray Reaper and its minions, he imitated a ‘grimoire’ that had thrived in the dying world.

‘Never kill humans.’

To avoid being detected by the Gray Reaper and its minions, he never killed humans no matter what.

They were sensitive to human deaths, after all.

Humans who needed to disappear from society were processed as accidental deaths with fake corpses, then accommodated on the beach.

After collecting numerous humans that way, he succeeded in obtaining ‘power’ from humans.

But looking at the dried humans buried in the beach, the Ancient One let out a regretful voice.

[Though I used countless people, I still couldn’t reach a form like a god’s.]

No matter what he did, he couldn’t reach power like a god’s, a proper ‘fuel’.

Only by burying humans in the beach and squeezing them could he obtain a similar power.

‘Only by obtaining and researching God’s Kin can I finally reach godhood.’

Indeed, the power of gods could not be achieved through human cognition, only through imitation.

So the Ancient One executed a dangerous but necessary final plan.

The so-called ‘Yellow Reaper Capture Plan’.

It was a plan to lure and capture the Yellow Reaper, which rarely interacted with other Mini Reapers.

Now that he had obtained the Yellow Reaper, the final puzzle piece towards godhood was in place.

The time had come to obtain true ‘fuel’.

However, the Ancient One prioritized leaving this place over research.

Although the disguise was perfect, there was no telling when the Gray Reaper might appear.

He couldn’t ignore the possibility of problems that might arise.

Using the Yellow Reaper to reach godhood would come after ensuring safety.

The Ancient One spread both hands and slowly began to return the beach into himself.

Slowly, so that no one would notice.