Seoul Object Story

Deep within the Mini Reaper Garden, on the Marshmallow Plains.

I was carefully carving a White Hungry Ghost that had mocked the Blue Idol Reaper.

I had decided to make it into an elegant [Spiral White Hungry Ghost Roast], like a Renaissance sculpture.

‘Ah, I made a mistake.’

Maybe it was because the White Hungry Ghost was made of marshmallow.

Or perhaps the ‘Filial Piety’ I confiscated from the Ghost Reaper was too sharp.

Or it could be that my knife skills were terrible, but I kept failing to carve the White Hungry Ghost into a spiral shape.

Kyuhinghing.

The White Hungry Ghost, its body suddenly cut in half, let out an aggrieved cry.

Kyuhihi.

And no sooner had I failed than I heard the laughter of White Hungry Ghosts secretly watching me.

The moment I heard that laughter, I rushed at the laughing White Hungry Ghost and skewered it on one of the many spits stuck around me.

Because of White Hungry Ghosts like that, I was surrounded by a hill of White Hungry Ghost skewers, slowly burning on spits.

‘These White Hungry Ghosts keep giggling even though they know this will happen to them….’

Whether it was in their nature or not, White Hungry Ghosts often did this.

Judging by how Mini Reapers had no qualms about eating White Hungry Ghosts, they must have been mocked often too.

I firmly grasped the regenerated White Hungry Ghost and raised ‘Filial Piety’ again.

Scritch scratch.

As the sound of slowly carving marshmallow filled the air, the regenerated White Hungry Ghost went limp as if giving up and began to be carved.

As I was slowly carving like that, strange sounds kept echoing from behind me.

Kyuhi. Kyuhi.

When I turned my head, it was the sound of devious Hungry Ghosts covering their mouths, pretending they hadn’t made a sound.

Slash.

Perhaps I was too distracted by the giggling White Hungry Ghosts, but I accidentally cut through the spiral part that was supposed to be thinly carved.

Kyuhihihi.

Then the White Hungry Ghost’s cry echoed again.

Hearing that sound, I got up from my seat, and the White Hungry Ghosts who had been watching through the gaps between the skewers scattered in all directions.

‘I need to do something about these White Hungry Ghosts.’

I steeled my resolve as I watched the White Hungry Ghosts fleeing, wagging their short tails.

Those cursed beings, I’ll make sure they can never giggle ‘kyuhihi’ again.

As my fuel began to burn fiercely with anger, I slowly pulled out the Labyrinth Halo from the sky above.

The white-hot radiance of the halo illuminated my face.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing it would be extremely painful, but I steeled myself and put the halo on my head.

Then I began to slowly imagine the most suitable form in my mind.

‘An Object that captures White Hungry Ghosts and burns them forever.’

‘With size and strength that won’t lose to the White Hungry Ghost’s main body.’

Brilliant light blossomed from the halo.

It looked like threads made of white light, but gradually thickened and took shape.

The power of Illusion Manifestation began to sketch the outline of a massive being.

What was completed was the frame of a hollow White Hungry Ghost Punishment Object.

Once the frame was complete, I called forth the Black Reapers in the Mini Reaper Garden.

‘It’s Mom!’

‘What’s going on?’

‘Do you need help?’

I slowly peeled off the Black Reapers that kept clinging to me and exuded my will.

‘Black Reapers, get into the golem.’

I was able to employ the Black Reapers on the condition of playing with them once a month and feeding them snacks.

How much time had passed since the Black Reapers had crawled into the frame?

‘It’s complete!’

Finally, the Object to burn White Hungry Ghosts was finished.

A massive, imposing Object, burning hot with the flames of fuel, and strengthened by the power of Black Reapers.

I named this Object the ‘White Ghoul Incinerator Golem’.

‘Rise.’

As my will spread, the golem slowly raised its enormous body and began to advance with heavy footsteps.

‘Burn all the White Hungry Ghosts!’

With my command, the golem leaped high into the sky.

Boom.

And as it fell towards where the White Hungry Ghosts were gathered, it spewed flames in all directions.

Kyuhinghing.

The White Hungry Ghosts screamed and fled, but they couldn’t escape the golem’s flames.

And the golem collected the White Hungry Ghosts that had become difficult to move with their bodies on fire and put them inside its body.

I looked up at that magnificent golem with a smile.

“Kyuhinghing”

The best part of the Incinerator Golem was that you could hear the sweet ‘kyuhinghing’ sound just by approaching it.

Hehe.

As I was watching the golem’s exploits while listening to the White Hungry Ghosts’ cries, Golden Reapers riding White Hungry Ghosts began to swarm around me.

Could they be trying to tell me not to bully the White Hungry Ghosts?

‘Mom!’

‘Mom, help us!’

But the will sent by the Golden Reapers contained something completely different from what I expected.

It was a will filled with great sadness and resignation.

What on earth could have happened to make them like this?