Seoul Object Story

As the man wearing the Halo was sucked into the wishes, the sun slowly began to peek over the ruins of Seodaemun-gu.

The dawn light was like a signal flare announcing the end of a long night.

‘It’s over.’

The faint beam of light appearing in the eastern sky gradually pushed back the darkness, beginning to reveal the outlines of the ruined city.

The devastated streets had now transformed into an unfamiliar landscape.

Twisted steel structures soared towards the sky like giant sculptures, and broken windows reflected the dawn light, twinkling like stars.

Against the increasingly bright sky, the once-bustling streets had changed into a completely different scene.

Signs strewn across the ground and broken road markers.

Dust particles dancing in the wind.

The faint chirping of birds in the distance.

It was a sight unimaginable when searching for the missing Golden Reaper.

As I surveyed the surroundings, a bench that remained oddly intact among the destroyed facilities caught my eye.

It was the very bench I had discovered while chasing after the missing Golden Pig Reaper.

Feeling a bit of nostalgia, I sat on that bench and picked up the coffee cup, its aroma long since dissipated, to examine it.

At that moment, I saw Golden Reapers approaching from afar.

The Golden Cloak Reaper was trudging along, carrying what appeared to be an unconscious Golden Horned Reaper.

Despite carrying the Golden Horned Reaper, it was easily climbing over piles of broken concrete.

Is the Golden Cloak Reaper’s characteristic that it’s stronger than other Golden Reapers, instead of being a Firewood Pig?

Other Golden Reapers would break even small stones into pieces to move them, so this was quite a difference.

As I watched the tiny creature valiantly crossing over crumbled concrete, I noticed something had changed.

‘It was originally wearing just a cloak, but now it has shoes and gloves?’

The Golden Cloak Reaper was wearing sturdy-looking boots and gloves.

The design of those boots and gloves looked quite impressive, to the point where I might have wanted to steal and wear them if it were full body armor.

‘A bit of a shame.’

Of course, there’s no way I could wear armor sized for Mini Reapers.

When the Golden Cloak Reaper arrived on my knee, I picked up the unconscious Golden Horned Reaper and playfully pressed its charming horns.

Those horns had a strangely addictive charm that never seemed to get old.

Hehe.

As I was playing with the Golden Horned Reaper like that, a forgotten memory slowly approached and whispered to me.

[Swirling White Hungry Ghost Roast.]

As that phrase surfaced in my mind like a mental contamination, I abruptly stood up.

Then, holding the two Golden Reapers from my knee in my hands, I instantly teleported to the Mini Reaper Garden.

As my vision blurred from the spatial movement, I saw the drones that had been filming me scatter in all directions, beginning to capture the ruins revealed under the sun.