Seoul Object Story

The Blue Reaper, confronted with the giant spider that devoured the sun in the Tower of the End, was instantly sucked into a deep and endless darkness.

Everything around seemed to have vanished.

With sight, hearing, and touch all numb, only the sharp pain felt in both eyes seemed to prove the Blue Reaper’s existence.

‘I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry…’

Voices of regret and self-blame echoed in the Blue Reaper’s heart.

‘If I die like this, my Attachment Human will die too…’

The fact that it couldn’t protect its Attachment Human until the end, whom the Blue Reaper had tried so hard to protect, weighed heavily on its chest.

It felt the flames of fuel burning deep in its chest growing weaker and weaker.

‘At least… if it ends like this, maybe I can go to the same place as my Attachment Human.’

As the fuel containing positive emotions disappeared, the Blue Reaper unconsciously tried to find faint comfort.

In this distant otherworld, there was no ‘Mom’ to keep the Blue Reaper from dying.

If it died here, it probably couldn’t even enter the ‘Mini Reaper Valhalla’ as a Mini Reaper.

‘It’s cold…’

As the warmth of the fuel disappeared and a chill spread throughout its body, the Blue Reaper instinctively curled up into a ball.

At that moment, something unexpected happened.

The cold darkness surrounding it retreated, and a warm energy that seemed to envelop the entire world began to wrap around the Blue Reaper.

Someone gently embraced the Blue Reaper’s body and began to transmit warm energy.

‘Mom…?’

Unable to believe the reality, the Blue Reaper exuded a faint will in extreme surprise.

And as that warm energy reached the Blue Reaper’s eyes, the pain it had felt until just now disappeared as if by magic.

Carefully opening its eyes, there stood Mom with an expression as fierce as when the Tyranno had been destroyed.

‘Mom is strong.’

Mom’s very existence seemed to dominate this space.

Every time Mom moved her hand, the surrounding reality twisted and reconstructed itself.

When she clenched her fist, space distorted, and when she swung her hand, the earth split.

It was sheer violence of massive fuel, without any particular technique.

‘It really is Mom. Mom came.’

Feeling relief, elation, and an indescribable sense of safety, the Blue Reaper burrowed deeper into Mom’s embrace.

With all fear and anxiety gone, the Blue Reaper slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

On the sleeping Blue Reaper’s face was a small but distinct smile.

It was a peaceful smile, as if all worries had disappeared.