Seoul Object Story
Chapter 255: The Blessing of the Stars (2)

At the starlit dock, the Purple Reaper was hiding in the shadows of a large container.

Hidden in the shadows, the Purple Reaper’s eyes sparkled as it watched a certain spot.

There, a man was seen lighting a cigarette and making a phone call.

Cool.

Though the Purple Reaper couldn’t express it properly with its limited vocabulary, it felt something was cool.

It wasn’t finding it cool that a man who was just a pure human, except for the artificial eye implanted in one eye, was winning in an absolutely disadvantageous fight.

It wasn’t finding it cool how he always calmly resolved situations.

It wasn’t finding it cool that even when slightly injured by an opponent’s attack during combat, he remained calm without screaming once.

I don’t know.

It tried to create some conditions like the Golden Reapers, but its mind just became a mess.

From the Purple Reaper’s perspective, it just felt he was an attached human at first sight.

That was all.

“I’ve retrieved the item. I’ll put the retrieved item in the usual place.”

The man, who only said what he needed to on the phone, hung up instantly and naturally swept his gaze around once.

As if he felt someone watching from somewhere.

!

Sensing the man turning his head, the Purple Reaper hid deep in the shadows.

And as the man looked away and slowly walked off, it began to slowly follow him.

The man opened the door to a cold, dark, and lifeless house, hung his coat on the coat rack, and slumped onto the sofa in the living room.

He drank a can of beer he had bought on the way in, using the bleak room as a side dish.

A scene with no lights on, dark, no proper furniture, just a lone sofa used as a bed.

“Phew.”

The man exhaled deeply, lying on the sofa and tilting his head back.

When will I be able to approach you proudly?

The man, living because he couldn’t die, felt like he was walking through an endless tunnel filled with darkness.

Continuously, since the day his younger sister died.

“…”

The man’s breathing, who had been running violently and even suffered slight injuries, began to calm down.

As the man drifted into light sleep, he felt a small purple figure approach from the corner of his vision and wipe away his tears.

Right, my little sister was someone who looked good in purple too…

Perhaps because of the purple flickering before his eyes, the man dreamed an old dream.

A dream from when his little sister was alive.

A dream from when he believed the curse of the stars was a blessing.

While wandering around Sehee Research Institute after a long time, I had a very rare experience.

Mother!

Mother!

As I was walking down the corridor, Golden Reapers started clinging to me from all directions.

The Golden Reapers were pestering me to go play in the courtyard as if I were their attached human.

Of course, it wasn’t rare for Golden Reapers to ask me to play, but this level of enthusiasm was only seen when I first summoned Golden Reapers.

Something’s strange.

But my superior brain noticed that the cause of this situation wasn’t due to ‘my devilish charm’.

The direction I was walking was towards the sleep room, and I felt an unfamiliar presence coming from there.

As I started approaching the sleep room, ignoring the Golden Reapers, they began to pull my hair frantically and make a fuss.

What on earth is it?

Could they be hiding a Mecha Tyranno?

Due to the Golden Reapers’ intense reactions, I started walking towards the sleep room even faster.

Mecha Tyranno!

I threw open the door of the sleep room, projecting my will forcefully.

But the scene of the sleep room that met my eyes showed nothing special.

People sleeping deeply while playing with Bud Reapers in their dreams.

Twilight light coming through a small window.

Restless Golden Reapers.

And a mini Reaper holding a tiny mini mini Reaper.

?

I feel like I saw something strange?

I rubbed my eyes vigorously out of habit, even though I don’t see with them anymore, but what I saw remained the same.

I quickly walked over to the Bud Reaper.

Seeing me approach, the Bud Reaper smiled mischievously and held out the mini mini Reaper to me.

A baby Bud Reaper?

When I saw them in the snowfield before, it seemed the Bud Reapers multiplied little by little when I wasn’t looking, and this seemed to be how they increased.

Interesting.

As I poked the mini Bud Reaper, who had its eyes closed, with a curious expression, the mini Bud Reaper, unable to open its eyes properly, struggled to grab my finger.

It felt a bit strange, like something small was wriggling.

Come to think of it, Golden Reapers also multiplied on their own, so do Golden Reapers have baby Golden Reapers too?

Wondering this, I turned to look at the Golden Reapers, but they were staring at me intently without blinking.

Moreover, they were extremely tense, as if about to enter combat.

Could it be they’re like this because they’re afraid I might hurt that small child?

They’ve been treating me too much like a mother lately!

Surely they don’t really have a credit rating system?

When I held out my palm, the Bud Reaper handed over the mini Bud Reaper as if showing it off.

I gently massaged the Bud Reaper on my palm while looking at the Golden Reapers.

The sight of the Golden Reapers not knowing what to do and fretting was somewhat amusing.

Snap.

As I was inwardly chuckling, I felt something break at my fingertips.

!

The Golden Reapers looked aghast.

Startled, I turned my gaze to see that one of the mini Bud Reaper’s leaves had snapped off and was in my hand.

The mini Bud Reaper with a leaf plucked off was no longer moving and lay limp.

Uh… what should I do? It’s not dead, right?

Just as I was about to try reattaching the fallen leaf by pouring a lot of firewood into it, the Golden Reapers rushed at me and started throwing punches.

The punches, unexpectedly fierce due to their emotions, continued until I properly reattached the leaf and returned the mini Bud Reaper to the Bud Reaper.

Sniff.

I just wanted to play…

As Yerin was leaving Sehee Research Institute, she was pondering a small concern.

Reaper was a bit strange today.

The Gray Reaper playing with Golden Reapers and Bud Reapers in the sleep room?

Holding it, feeding it snacks, petting it.

That should be a service only done when the Gray Reaper has made a big mistake.

Did it do something wrong?

Well, the Golden Reapers and Bud Reaper seemed happy, so it should be fine.

Yerin organized her thoughts like this as she left the Sehee Research Institute parking lot and slowly started walking towards the shuttle bus stop.

During this, she encountered a very rare sight.

It was a procession of Golden Reapers marching in a line.

Thanks to the Golden Reapers that had spread throughout Mapo-gu, Golden Reapers had been frequently seen outside lately, but it was rare to see them marching in a line like this.

As Yerin took out her phone and started filming the Golden Reaper procession, the Golden Reapers turned their heads, smiled brightly, and rushed towards her.

Golden Reapers clinging all over Yerin’s body.

She placed one Golden Reaper that was grinning as if asking to go play on her palm and spoke to it.

“You want to go together?”

The Golden Reaper grinned and nodded.

“Alright! Let’s go!”

Yerin started walking vigorously, feeling as if she had won the lottery.

Come to think of it, lately the Golden Reapers had reached a level where they understood human speech quite well.

Sometimes it felt like they communicated better than the Gray Reaper.

Of course, the Gray Reaper understood everything but just ignored it.

Now it seems almost no one thinks the Gray Reaper doesn’t understand speech, I wonder how long it will pretend not to understand?

As soon as Yerin arrived home, she let the Golden Reapers loose in the house.

Listening to the cute pitter-patter of their footsteps, Yerin finished freshening up and started taking out what she had prepared for the mini Reapers.

A Gray Reaper-sized water deer pajama coming out of a large box, followed by mini Reaper-sized water deer pajamas.

“Now, let’s change. It’s a pajama party!”

The Golden Reapers didn’t understand what Yerin was saying, but they jumped up and down cheering, matching Yerin’s reaction which was emitting a lot of positive emotions.

It was a handmade water deer pajama that she had been making continuously since first inviting Golden Reapers home, to commemorate the moment of playing with Golden Reapers at home again.

I’m glad I made these.

Seeing the Golden Reapers giggling in identical clothes, she felt rewarded for her efforts.

Fortunately, there were so many mini water deer pajamas that she could dress all the Golden Reapers who came to play at Yerin’s house.

Sharing delicious snacks, rolling around together on the bed.

Jumping from the high bookshelf onto the bed.

Among the Golden Reapers playing in their own enjoyable ways, there was one exploring the box from which the water deer pajamas had endlessly poured out.

!

The Golden Reaper exploring inside popped out with a very surprised expression, having discovered something.

In the Golden Reaper’s hand was a very old piece of clothing.

“Oh, that? They say I wore it when I was young, but I don’t remember so I’m not sure.”

Yerin spoke casually.

The clothes in the Golden Reaper’s hand were very old and tattered, and very small.

Though faded, it was a uniquely designed outfit with black and white in harmony.