Seoul Object Story
Chapter 254: The Blessing of the Stars (1)

Everyone living in this land is blessed.

No, everyone living in this land is cursed.

About 20 years ago, the blessing of the stars descended upon southern Italy.

Starlight, shining so blue it covered the night sky, came down to earth, and it’s said that all Objects touched by this light fled in haste.

While the rest of the world was being shattered by Objects, no Objects appeared in southern Italy from that blessed moment on.

Hence, the blessing of the stars.

But after that, anyone who entered the land blessed by the stars, even for a moment, could never leave.

The moment they stepped outside the area, they turned to ash.

Like vampires touched by sunlight.

Hence, the curse of the stars.

But the true curse that descended upon this land was something else.

The humans chosen by the stars - they were the curse.

On a late night at a beautiful starlit dock.

A man wearing a black coat that seemed to blend into the night sky stood on the rooftop of a dock building, looking down.

The man was observing a seemingly quiet warehouse through a telescope specially treated to not reflect light.

Two guards outside. One inside. Just as the information we received beforehand.

It might seem too few to guard something important, but if one of those chosen by the stars was among them, it was a different story.

It might even be considered excessive.

After all, one chosen person had the combat ability of at least ten ordinary people.

Unless it was a surprise attack, it was difficult to penetrate the “barrier field” protecting a chosen one with firearms, hence this exchange rate.

But now that there was a chance to snipe the chosen one inside, such assumptions were meaningless.

The man carefully aimed and pulled the trigger of his silenced gun.

Three muffled sounds rang out in succession.

The three bullets fired from the man’s hand didn’t miss a single shot, piercing the targets’ heads.

It was an unbelievably skilled shooting.

The man then came down from his hiding spot on the roof and carefully approached the targeted warehouse.

Now I just need to retrieve the target item and deliver it, and this job will be done.

As he was carefully approaching the warehouse, he saw a semi-transparent trajectory stretching towards him from a nearby wall.

!

The moment he saw the rotating trace, like watching swirling water currents, the man twisted his body away from the trajectory.

No sooner had he dodged than everything the trajectory passed through began to distort.

Something was passing through, forcibly twisting steel walls into spirals and crumbling concrete walls beyond.

And as soon as that trajectory passed, numerous trajectories began to occupy the surroundings and shoot out.

The man rolled to avoid the trajectories and hid behind a container on the opposite side.

“You dodged all that? Lucky you, gunman.”

The man heard a voice from beyond the wall and organized his thoughts.

An ability to shoot something based on line of sight.

Capable of rapid fire. Can target unseen areas.

Given that it was an ability the man had never even heard rumors of, it was likely someone who had been chosen recently.

By the way, did they deploy two chosen ones?

“Honestly, I didn’t quite understand.”

Thump. Thump.

Hearing the confident footsteps that showed no caution, the man gauged the opponent’s position.

And he slowly began to climb the building.

“Why a weakling who handles guns, only useful for ambushes, is so highly valued.”

As soon as those words ended, the man dropped from atop a high-stacked container, aiming his gun at the enemy.

The other side seemed to have anticipated such an ambush, instantly turning their head.

But the man only needed that brief moment it took to turn one’s head.

The face of a youngster with a confident expression, probably because of the protecting “barrier field”.

Numerous trajectories originating from the youngster’s eyes were targeting the man’s entire body.

But before those trajectories could materialize, the single bullet fired by the man pierced through a gap in the “barrier field” and through the youngster’s forehead.

Near the lounge in Sehee Research Institute.

“Alright, I’m coming. Stop rushing me.”

Long past quitting time, Seoah was slowly walking to the lounge, led by the urging of a Bud Reaper.

The Bud Reaper, for some urgent reason, was pulling Seoah’s hair, urging her to hurry.

Carefully opening the door to the lounge, the first thing that caught her eye was the Bud Reaper’s pot deep inside.

The soft moonlight shining down on the small pot created a very mystical atmosphere.

As if intoxicated by this mystical atmosphere, Seoah slowly approached the pot and saw a Bud Reaper standing on it, looking up at her.

It was a very rare occurrence for the Bud Reaper, which spent most of its time sleeping, to be awake.

“Did you call me to let me know that the potted Bud Reaper is awake?”

Seoah whispered to the Bud Reaper sitting on her shoulder, but it shook its head vigorously in denial.

Hmm?

Looking more closely, Seoah saw a tiny fruit forming on the Bud Reaper’s Bud.

She had heard that the fruit had been shared with a few people besides herself, but this was the first time Seoah had seen such a tiny fruit gradually growing.

“Then, did you want to show me this fruit?”

But again, the Bud Reaper shook its head.

The Bud Reaper then jumped down from Seoah’s shoulder and tapped on the spirit camera.

?

Seoah, with a puzzled expression, began to look at the potted Bud Reaper through the spirit camera.

“Huh?”

A voice filled with bewilderment escaped Seoah’s lips.

Through the spirit camera, she saw something small cradled in the Bud Reaper’s arms.

It was a mini Bud Reaper, significantly smaller than the Bud Reaper itself.

The mini Reapers were already small and cute, but this was even smaller and cuter!

Like a newborn animal, it evoked a desire to protect.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?”

When Seoah asked this, the Bud Reaper that had been shaking its head finally nodded with a grin.

Noticing that Seoah was looking through the spirit camera, the potted Bud Reaper also lifted the mini Bud Reaper towards the camera.

It felt like it was saying, Isn’t our little sibling cute?, which made Seoah smile involuntarily.

Seoah opened her notebook and began to organize information about the mini Bud Reaper.

As she closed her notebook with a snap, the potted Bud Reaper was holding out the baby Bud Reaper as if asking her to hold it.

Receiving the tiny Bud Reaper and placing it on her palm, the mini Bud Reaper waved its small hands in the air.

When Seoah brought her finger close to the mini Bud Reaper, it hugged it tightly like a doll.

“It’s warm.”

And looking at that mini Reaper, Seoah smiled happily.

A few days after the Purple Reapers left to find their attached humans.

I was playing in the sunny inner courtyard of Sehee Research Institute, swinging the repaired Sword of Light.

To avoid breaking it like last time, I was handling it carefully, like swinging a plastic toy sword for children.

Well, if an adult swings a toy sword with all their might, it would naturally break.

Playing with me was Sword Golden Reaper No. 5.

Despite the huge difference in power level compared to Lich, we were having a decent battle.

When I swung broadly once, Sword No. 5 would spin its body wildly in the air to receive my sword strike.

Like a spinning baseball, round and round.

Every time it did that, seeing the golden glowing blade rotate at high speed looked quite cool.

So I tried to imitate it, but it was impossible with this body lacking talent in physical activities.

Far from spinning at high speed, I couldn’t even complete one rotation before falling to the ground.

When I was human, I thought I was somewhat athletic, so it must be this “Gray Reaper” body that’s the problem.

The alchemist who repaired this sword was sitting in a corner of the courtyard, talking with James.

James seemed very skeptical when he first saw the alchemist, but the moment he saw the stone-made colored Hungry Ghost, his attitude changed to a very friendly one.

Now they were discussing various things with a book called Book 0 open.

James seemed particularly excited by the fact that the alchemist could interpret the language written in Book 0.

I also had some expectations for the synergy between these two.

James, who has a lot of money and can make many large-scale things.

The alchemist, who can only make small things due to lack of money, but creates items close to Objects.

With the combination of these two, couldn’t they make a Mecha-Tyranno?

I was already carrying out a plan using the Golden Reapers.

Hehe.

One of the Purple Reapers scattered to various parts of the world managed to arrive in a land emanating a very ominous aura.

While ordinary Objects wouldn’t even approach, the high-ranked Purple Reaper could enter just by enduring a little.

And since resisting the force trying to expel it filled the Purple Reaper’s energy, it was killing two birds with one stone.

The Purple Reaper discovered a man there.

He was a man with a hardened expression, as if he had a story to tell.

There was something in that rigid expression that stimulated the Purple Reaper’s taste.

The Purple Reaper spread its tiny palm and began to apply the criteria for attached humans that the Golden Reapers had taught.

The Golden Reapers’ conditions were only two:

Be at least 50% human.

Not be an evil human.

That man was a pure human, so he passed.

Moreover, he didn’t give off an evil feeling of wanting to harm humanity, so he passed.

Pass?

But it seemed too simple, so the Purple Reaper tilted its head with a puzzled expression.

Strange.

So the Purple Reaper, wanting to judge with its own eyes, began to secretly follow and observe the man.