Seoul Object Story

The peaceful afternoon streets of Jongno-gu transformed into chaos in an instant.

What would normally be bustling with tourists and office workers had now become a pandemonium of terrified crowds.

First came the thunderous boom echoing from the direction of Gwanghwamun.

Then followed the emergency alert tones blaring from phones in every direction.

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

The same sound ringing simultaneously from everyone’s mobile phones on the street had an eerie quality to it.

<[Safety Alert] Emergency Object Warning.>

<[Jongno-gu] Special-grade Object Appearance>

As people checked the disaster text and began fleeing en masse, ear-piercing siren sounds started blaring from all directions.

Amidst the chaos of sirens wailing and people frantically escaping, a thunderous boom mixed with the siren sounds.

Boom.

At that, the gazes of some fleeing people turned in that direction.

A distant high-rise building was crumbling as if it were made of paper.

In an instant, a cloud of dust shot up into the sky, draining the color from the faces of those who witnessed the scene.

“Run!”

With someone’s shout, the crowd began moving as one.

People ran for their lives down streets they normally strolled leisurely.

Women in high heels kicked off their shoes and ran barefoot, while men in suits loosened their ties as they gasped for breath.

Everything on the street was utter chaos.

Traffic lights became meaningless, and cars stood haphazardly stopped on the roads.

With the continued sounds of collapse, the city seemed to be falling into ever greater confusion.

But with one person’s shout, a strange sense of relief began to spread through the city.

“It’s the Golden Reaper!”

The Golden Reaper Knights, riding ornately decorated White Hungry Ghosts and wielding Blue Spears, charged through the crowds.

Moving against the flow of people and plunging through the dust clouds, what the Golden Reapers encountered was a giant, translucent butterfly.

The butterfly was simply flapping its wings slowly as it flew, but that alone was causing the city to crumble into ruins.

With one flap of the butterfly’s wings, surrounding objects would crumble like sand.

With another flap, those objects would return to their original form.

The Golden Reapers analyzed this strange phenomenon in their own way.

‘Is it similar to the Sprout Sibling’s ability?’

‘It’s similar!’

To the Golden Reapers, this butterfly seemed to have the ability to wreak havoc with time.

As the butterfly moved, some parts would weather to the point of erosion as if fast-forwarded to the future, some parts remained in the present, while others took on forms from the past.

With time fractured in such a manner, man-made buildings couldn’t withstand it and collapsed.

It was a powerful Object ability befitting a ‘First Sword-grade’, as interpreted by the Blue Reaper, who played the role of Merlin in the Golden Reaper Round Table.

‘Charge!’

The Golden Reapers simultaneously cloaked themselves in the flames that fueled the White Hungry Ghost Objects and charged towards the butterfly.

The Blue Spears created by the Blue Reaper flew towards the butterfly’s body, but the translucent butterfly simply let the spear tips and flames pass through its body.

‘It’s not working!’

‘It’s strong!’

Ignoring the Golden Reaper Knights, the butterfly kept flying endlessly towards where people were.

‘Oh no….’

‘The humans are in danger!’

The flustered Golden Reapers threw even their spears to the ground and used overlapping, but it didn’t work on the butterfly.

The Golden Reapers sat on the ground with expressions like they’d lost their country, preparing to call for Mom.

‘Mom, come quickly.’

‘Mom, are you nearby?’

At that moment, a massive slash came down from the sky towards the butterfly.

‘Mom?’

A slash of similar scale to the space tearing Mom had used.

But unlike Mom, who would mess up the sky, ground, and everything around, this was a refined slash that cleanly cut only the butterfly.

‘The First Sword has come!’

‘She’s gotten even stronger!’

The Golden Reapers’ gazes all turned towards the rooftop of a tall building nearby.

There stood the Golden Reaper First Sword with her hair tied in a ponytail.

Unlike before, she held an evenly trimmed Firewood Sword, not rough-hewn, as she stared intently at where the butterfly had been.

As if the butterfly hadn’t died.

‘Ah!’

‘The butterfly is still alive!’

When the Golden Reapers turned their heads, the transparent butterfly that had been cut in half was now whole again, rising once more.

Watching the regenerating butterfly, the Golden Reaper First Sword could figure out the principle by which it had survived.

‘Nothing special, just ordinary regeneration. In that case….’

The Golden Reaper First Sword observed the tangled threads of time and space around the butterfly as she slowly raised her sword to shoulder height.

Then, smoothly spinning her body once, she swung the sword horizontally.

‘Void Slash!’

A black line appeared tracing the sword’s trajectory, and it began to swallow the giant butterfly.

It continued until the transparent butterfly was completely sucked into the other side of space.

It resembled Mom’s black sphere of ‘Kkyuk’.