Seoul Object Story
Chapter 249: Broken Moon - Epilogue (1)

The Siberian tundra was blanketed in pristine white snow.

Above this vast snowfield floated the powerful Object known as the Moon of the Snowfield.

Perhaps due to the Moon of the Snowfield, capable of causing world-encompassing phenomena, settling there, other Objects had vanished from the Siberian vicinity.

Moreover, humans wandering this region had disappeared as well.

Since all humans and drones dispatched to investigate the anomalies in this area had been swallowed by the snowfield, no one dared approach anymore.

At some point, Golden Reapers began gathering one by one in this desolate snowfield.

This information came from a Golden Reaper who had closely observed the Bud Reapers’ strange behavior.

Sure enough, following the light emitted by the Bud Reapers, they arrived at the spot where the Gray Reaper, who had played a prank on the Golden Reapers and fled, was standing.

The Gray Reaper stood motionless, its head tilted skyward as if gazing at the moon above.

It’s Mom!

Mom is here!

Though the Golden Reapers had initially rushed all the way from Korea to this distant Siberia, furious and seeking revenge, they couldn’t hide their joy at seeing their mother after so long.

Delighted to see their mother, the Golden Reapers glanced at each other and began to inch closer to where she stood.

They took turns secretly hugging their mother’s ankle before quickly pulling away.

Only after all the Golden Reapers had sufficiently replenished their ‘Mommy Essence’ in this manner did one Golden Reaper create a large snowball and project its will.

Snowman!

It was a cute yet cruel idea to turn their mother, who had played a prank and run away, into a snowman.

Other Golden Reapers, thinking it sounded fun, began rolling snowballs too, and soon the Gray Reaper’s body was covered in snow.

After a while, the Gray Reaper had become a large snowman created by the Golden Reapers.

Mom is wearing clothes!

Mom snowman!

The Golden Reapers were overjoyed that their mother was wearing clothes she would never normally wear.

The Golden Reapers sat around the snowman Gray Reaper, grinning as they endlessly admired their mother’s new form.

The sky had died with the death of the purple moon.

In the ominous sky where neither sun nor stars were visible, a blackened and broken purple moon hung alone.

The surface of this purple moon was cracked and fragmented as if about to shatter, with evolution fluid continuously seeping through the crevices.

This evolution fluid poured down like a waterfall towards the ground, towards a city-sized massive sinkhole.

Looking down, I could see the evolution fluid churning and rising from the seemingly bottomless end of the sinkhole.

The Hungry Ghost Beam must have been too powerful, as the hole that replaced the purple city was incredibly deep.

It was so deep that it would take at least a month for the evolution fluid to fill it completely, even though it was cascading down more intensely than any waterfall I had ever seen on Earth.

Mom!

Mom!

Cradled in my arms as I looked down at the sinkhole were mini Bud Reapers, slightly smaller than the original Bud Reaper.

The original Bud Reaper, having completed its task, had buried itself in the ground and quietly fallen asleep.

The mini Bud Reapers in my arms clung tightly to my fingers or hair as if seeing their mother for the first time, staring intently at my face.

As I looked down at the bright-faced Bud Reapers, I was lost in thought.

Right now, I want to throw these Bud Reapers into that sinkhole.

Considering the Golden Reapers’ past reactions, it would surely be an amusing prank!

But unfortunately, aside from the Golden Reapers, I wasn’t sure if they were evolution fluid-proof.

If only it were just a terribly smelly liquid, but why did it have to dissolve mini Reapers…

Mom, does it hurt somewhere?

Seeing my furrowed brow from too much worrying, one Bud Reaper projected its will.

As expected, the mini Bud Reapers, being my children, were as kind as me.

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Since they’re kind, maybe they’d forgive me if I threw them just once?

As I was contemplating something a mother of kind children might consider, I spotted an oddly shaped mini Reaper among the Bud Reapers.

It was a mini Reaper with an overall purple hue, and purple conch shells attached to the sides of its head like ram’s horns.

The Purple Reaper, wrapped in a shadow that induced mental pollution, had disguised itself as a Bud Reaper.

But when it realized I had noticed, it dropped its disguise and made a flashy jump, landing in a cool pose on the ground.

Sibling!

New sibling!

The Bud Reapers, noticing this, began to make a fuss.

I was quietly observing the Purple Reapers rescuing people caught up in the “Nameless” incident.

The Purple Reapers’ actions were both strange and flashy, making them interesting to watch.

When a Purple Reaper turned its palm upward, a huge boulder covered in shadows sank into the shadow and popped out elsewhere.

When a Purple Reaper swung its hands dramatically like a martial arts movie actor, space was sliced up, chopping obstacles to pieces.

A Purple Reaper confidently created a marshmallow out of shadows for a child crying from hunger.

I clapped softly, feeling like I was watching a movie.

The Purple Reapers seemed to have the ability to manipulate shadows.

More precisely, it felt like they could do anything within the shadows they spread.

It’s similar to my mini Reaper garden.

Comparing mini Reaper abilities, it was clear why the Purple Moon was called the “strongest.”

The power to control space?

And the Purple Reapers behaved as uniquely as their abilities.

They wrapped their entire bodies, except their heads, in shadows, always giving off an air of having something hidden.

Moreover, even during breaks, these Purple Reapers would pair up and spar as if filming a martial arts movie.

But I knew one hidden secret about these spars.

These spars weren’t actually breaks, but something necessary when using their abilities.

I discovered this by chance while wandering near the sinkhole.

Help me!

A faint will suddenly rang out.

When I approached with a puzzled expression to check, a Purple Reaper was trapped under a large rock.

Can’t they just clear away such a rock with space manipulation?

As I was thinking this, other Purple Reapers who sensed the will came running and began vigorously slapping the trapped Purple Reaper’s chubby cheeks.

Not playfully, but with real force. Thwack, thwack.

Then the trapped Purple Reaper’s conch began to glow brighter and brighter, and soon it was lifting and carrying the large rock with magnetic force.

I observed this a few more times, and they would just say “Help me!” and then start punching each other wildly.

But after repeated observations, I could finally understand the reason.

The Purple Reapers’ space manipulation wasn’t an ability that used “firewood.”

And the Purple Reapers had one more ability besides space manipulation.

Energy conversion.

The Purple Reapers had the ability to absorb energy and convert it for their own use.

Given how long they had to endure Purple Reaper punches to charge up, the efficiency didn’t seem very good.

Moreover, the absorbed energy was highly volatile, so they couldn’t store it and had to replenish their energy by constantly bickering with each other.

When there were no people around, they’d bicker mini Reaper style.

When there were many people, they’d pretend to spar while bickering.

Shockingly, the Purple Reapers were just pretentious mini Reapers.

Near where the city had vanished without a trace, there was a temporary camp full of tired and injured people.

In the center of the camp, a large, round marshmallow mass was burning.

Around it were marshmallow houses, built by stacking marshmallows like blocks and securing them with sticks.

This area was full of marshmallows.

The blue-haired girl enjoyed the warmth by the fire, stroking the purple magic book cradled in her arms.

It’s all thanks to these children.

Of course, she did wonder, Why is everything made of marshmallows? but it seemed the purple magic books could only create marshmallow matter.

Every element of this camp was the work of these tiny children.

The purple magic books used their powerful abilities to cut and move rocks, rescuing people.

And the Bud magic books waddled around among the people, distributing neatly cut marshmallows.

The appearance of the “Magic Book that killed a God,” which tore people apart and killed them.

The city that was their home, now gone.

An enormous number of casualties.

Yet despite magic books, known to be harmful to humans, wandering around distributing snacks, the camp’s atmosphere wasn’t bad.

It must be a dreamlike moment, a combination of the purple magic books’ mental pollution and cute appearance.

Small bursts of laughter could be heard here and there in the camp.

Perhaps when these beings disappear, these people will wake up again in the cold reality.

She thought this while looking at the black and white-clad girl who had fallen asleep near the fire.

Somehow, it felt like everything would vanish after tonight.

She lay down on the ground, using a cushion-sized white Hungry Ghost-shaped marshmallow as a pillow.

And as she stroked the hard belly of the unconscious Hungry Ghost, she thought:

I want a soft and squishy Hungry Ghost.

Vowing to create one through research someday, the blue-haired girl drifted into a deep sleep.

When the blue-haired girl opened her eyes to the morning sunlight, she saw the camp had grown cold.

The camp, which had felt like it was under the moon’s protection against the cold, was now being invaded by a chilling coldness.

They’re gone.

The marshmallow campfire.

The delicious marshmallows they had eaten.

The marshmallow mat on the ground.

The magic books that had moved things with their tiny hands and feet.

And the black and white-clad girl who had brought all these miracles was gone too.

The girl’s voice she had heard in her dream still seemed to linger in her ears.

The dream is over now.

It’s time for me to go.

Perhaps, as the girl had said, everything that happened in the city felt like a dream.

“Master, wake up!”

Now it was time to live in reality.

As an alchemist who protects people, there was so much to do.

The broken moon.

And the black waterfall descending from the sky.

In that place where even people had disappeared to escape the cold, a massive blackened arm slowly began to rise.

The Gray Reaper called it “Nameless.”

The blue-haired girl called it “the Magic Book that killed a God.”

“Nameless,” which had completely melted in the evolution fluid, began to stagger back to the surface.

But its appearance seemed somewhat different from before it plunged into the evolution fluid.

To erase the name of god.

To eliminate faith.

The “Magic Book that killed a God,” which had moved endlessly, was now gazing beyond space.

Probably towards the far, far side where the Gray Reaper might be.

It was looking in the direction of Earth.