Seoul Object Story

In the Mini Reaper Garden, on the Milk Bingsu Snowfield.

The ghost Object that had become a topic of conversation among the Golden Reapers was wandering around there.

‘Where am I?’

‘Who am I?’

‘I don’t know.’

The ghost Object was in a state where everything felt unfamiliar, as if it had just been born.

So, to properly understand itself and the world, it began to roam the Mini Reaper Garden.

The first thing that caught its eye was the Golden Reapers.

‘Ghost!’

‘Find it!’

The Golden Reapers were walking around, leaving tiny footprints on the cold snowfield.

‘I feel a weak connection to those golden Objects.’

The ghost Object sensed a faint connection and kinship with the Golden Reapers.

And inside the golden Reapers, it saw an endless flame of affection shining like a warm sun.

‘Am I also one of those golden Objects then?’

The ghost Object pondered this question as it left the Milk Bingsu Snowfield.

Avoiding the Golden Reapers that were thoroughly searching the snowfield, it entered the Hot Chocolate Sea and discovered a cookie house floating on the surface.

Inside that tiny cookie house, a Blue Reaper was poking its head out.

There was no cover in the Hot Chocolate Sea, so the Blue Reaper and the ghost Object ended up making direct eye contact.

<Gh… Ghost!>

The Blue Reaper, looking extremely startled, left only the message <P… Please let me escape from here!> before disappearing in an instant.

‘I feel a slight connection to that blue Object as well.’

The ghost Object saw a faint but definite flame of kindness along with its connection to the Blue Reaper.

‘Am I a golden Object? Or a blue Object?’

After seeing the Blue Reaper, the ghost Object felt even more confused about its identity.

‘I wish I could be a warm Object like the golden or blue ones.’

The ghost Object vaguely thought this as it began to fly towards the Jelly Jungle.

‘!’

And the ghost Object discovered an Orange Reaper floating gently in the sky with a kind expression in the shadows of the forest.

But contrary to that kind expression, a dark desire to bully was swirling inside the Orange Reaper.

[Today, I’m going to secretly steal Pudding Reaper’s pudding.]

Due to lack of experience, the ghost Object couldn’t properly interpret the Orange Reaper’s thoughts, but it could roughly understand the meaning.

[I’m going to steal a precious item from a weak Object!] It was truly a terrible Object that bullied the weak.

What was even more terrible was that it felt a connection and kinship with the Orange Reaper as well.

The ghost Object became a little scared to confirm its own identity, but it shook its head to shake off the feeling and set out again.

Upon arriving at a plain full of marshmallows, it discovered an Object that felt strongly attractive.

It was the Gray Reaper, sleeping comfortably on the ground.

‘Ruler? Creator?’

‘No. Mom!’

Strangely, the moment it saw the Gray Reaper, the ghost Object realized its identity.

As it floated closer, it saw various colorful Mini Reapers sleeping around ‘Mom’.

‘Mom’ was frowning slightly as if having a nightmare, emitting a faint will.

‘I don’t want to work.’

‘It would be nice if the Mini Reapers killed all the Outer Gods…’

The moment it heard that will, the ghost Object realized what it had to do.

‘Mom is struggling!’

‘I have to take Mom’s place!’

<I must shoulder the Divine Throne instead!>

The ghost Object, its yellow eyes burning, slowly began to approach the Gray Reaper.