Seoul Object Story
Chapter 259: The Blessing of the Stars (6)

I emerged from Yerin’s arms and faced the Hungry Ghost Reaper, who was looking at me desperately.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper, holding a harmful Object in its arms, sending a pleading gaze asking for healing.

And the small, harmful Object cradled in its arms.

I carefully examined the harmful Object the Hungry Ghost Reaper was holding.

The golden Object had become so harmful that it would be fine to tear it apart and kill it right away.

There was only one peculiar point.

It looked like it should already be indiscriminately attacking nearby humans, but it was just quietly staying in the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s arms, which was a bit unusual.

But asking me for healing was a bit strange.

Did it want me to insert firewood to heal it?

The firewood I have is beneficial to my minions and humans, but wouldn’t it be extremely harmful to other Objects?

It didn’t seem like it was asking me to painfully burn and kill it with such a desperate expression.

Ah!

Though it was a more difficult riddle than expected, my superior brain accurately read the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s intention.

This Object is broken, so it wants me to create a new Object!

With a confident smile, I picked up the Labyrinth’s Halo in one hand.

It was a special service in its own way.

Wearing Halo was extremely painful, but creating an ‘Object’ with the Labyrinth’s Halo required a huge amount of firewood.

It was a method I didn’t use unless it was as important as Glow-in-the-dark Tyranno.

This one’s already too late, so I’ll make you a new one!

I said I’d even use Halo generously, so it must be touched, right?

But the expression of the Hungry Ghost Reaper, which I thought would be delighted, was completely different from what I expected.

Sniff.

In the back alley completely wrecked by steel balls, the man was smoking a cigarette while looking down at the fallen ‘Wrecking Ball’.

After smoking for a moment, the man stubbed out his cigarette and turned towards the shop behind him.

…

After briefly paying his respects to the old man who had been helping him, the man hurriedly began to leave the back alley.

His destination was a safe house he had personally prepared for emergencies.

He could no longer use the safe house provided by the organization.

The sudden death of the old man and ‘Wrecking Ball’s’ attack.

It was natural since the ‘Organization’ had started targeting him.

Staying in one place for too long was also forbidden.

There must be someone among the organization’s ‘Chosen Ones’ with tracking abilities.

He had enough money prepared in advance for times like this, but a harsh life would continue.

He had to find the reason why the organization was targeting him and why his sister died while avoiding the organization’s agents.

…

But contrary to his expectation that he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep properly, the man was living comfortably.

When he opened his eyes early in the morning, a savory smell was spreading through the safe house.

Turning his head to look at the kitchen, he saw the purple Object smiling broadly at him.

The purple Object, which had started following him constantly at some point, was using shadows as if they were its own hands and feet to make toast.

Next to it, a video showing the cooking process was playing.

That purple thing was taking care of various necessary tasks like guarding the surroundings and preparing meals.

Thanks to this, even while on the run, he could operate in much better condition than when he was working as a fixer.

An Object barely the size of a palm, yet seemingly stronger than most Chosen Ones, and friendly to humans?

Could it be that such Objects were roaming around outside the land blessed by the stars these days?

Curious about its identity, he started looking into it and found out surprisingly easily.

It was quite a famous Object from a place called ‘Korea’.

The Purple Reaper, a derivative Object of the special-grade Object called the Gray Reaper.

That purple Object was classified as ‘special-grade’, making it quite formidable.

But from the man’s perspective, every time he looked at it, it just seemed like a cute thing grinning broadly.

Late afternoon, after lunchtime.

At Sehee Research Institute, where the sky that had been bright until just a moment ago was now covered with dark clouds and drizzling rain.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper was running through that rain.

It was just running for the sake of the small Object painfully trembling in its arms.

The Gray Reaper couldn’t fulfill the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s request.

Even with Halo capable of material creation, treating mental pollution was impossible.

It could only create new Objects.

Moreover, this small Object had such a weak presence that even if the Gray Reaper destroyed it directly, the probability of it reviving in the mini Reaper garden was extremely low.

It’s okay. There must still be a way.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper repeated its will as if talking to itself, looking down at the Object in its arms.

On top of the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s head was the ability-nullifying Halo borrowed from the Gray Reaper.

This was because the golden Object’s mental pollution had become so severe that it was difficult to maintain sanity any longer.

Fortunately, the Halo that blocked all abilities not originating from the Gray Reaper also significantly slowed the progression of mental pollution.

It’s okay. It’s okay.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper kept reassuring as it slowly stroked the Object in its arms.

It’ll be alright.

There must be a way.

But even the last hope the Hungry Ghost Reaper sought collapsed.

On top of the large jelly pig hospital, the Black Reaper shook its head with a gloomy expression.

The Black Reaper said the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper was too weak to perform the revival ritual in the hospital.

Even the blonde girl, who was much stronger than the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper, was in a precarious state, so it was absolutely impossible for the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper.

Moreover, the degree of pollution was too severe, so it would die the moment the ritual began.

Thus, all of the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s methods failed.

…

The Hungry Ghost Reaper sat in the inner courtyard of Sehee Research Institute, holding the Object in its arms.

A very thin stream of rain drifting in the wind, pitter-patter, in the quiet courtyard.

It was a desolate courtyard, empty with no one around, and so quiet that even the sound of rain was barely audible.

Perhaps because of the rain, the Golden Reapers who loved the sun had all disappeared somewhere.

Only the Blue Reapers, who liked rain, were huddled together in a corner of the garden, looking towards the Hungry Ghost Reaper with worried expressions.

Thank you.

A small will burrowed into the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s heart.

The golden Object, enveloped in the white flames of Halo, was looking up at the Hungry Ghost Reaper with blinking red eyes.

And then it closed its eyes with an expression as if seeing a dream.

I wish I could have made more memories with humans…

The Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper smiled with a slight regret.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper held the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper’s hand tightly and said:

It’s okay. There must still be time. Let’s go to the mini Reaper garden with your attached human.

There’s still so much you haven’t seen, right? The mini Reaper garden is full of wonderful sights.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper looked down at its arms and described one by one the scenery of the mini Reaper garden that humans hadn’t yet visited.

The endless marshmallow plains.

The sea of hot chocolate with its sweet aroma.

The black sugar desert with its fun labyrinth.

The mountain range formed by layers of candies of various colors.

And beyond that, even the shaved ice snowfield.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper vividly described the scenery of the mini Reaper garden to the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper.

A small light passed through the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper’s eyes.

I’d like to visit the shaved ice snowfield once.

The Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper smiled softly, adding that humans seemed to like ice cream.

Then it exhaled softly and stopped moving altogether.

Just like a doll with its battery drained, with its smiling expression frozen.

The white flames that had been constantly burning the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper’s mental pollution also died down.

As if its flame of life had been extinguished.

In the rain-drenched courtyard, the Hungry Ghost Reaper didn’t project any will.

It just tightly hugged the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper’s cold body, remaining still.

Raindrops rolled down the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s cheeks.

And after a long time had passed, the Hungry Ghost Reaper stood up and slowly began to walk towards the shaved ice snowfield.

In the rainy courtyard, only the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s footprints were left behind, lonely.

A small new grave appeared in a corner of the snowfield located in the mini Reaper garden.

A grave without the corpse of any Object.

It was the grave of a small and weak Object that had been decomposed after its destruction condition was met.

Though it was a snowfield where bright light always shone, it seemed as if shadows were cast only near this grave.

And in front of that grave was the Hungry Ghost Reaper, its head buried between its knees with a gloomy expression.

It was a mistake to let it go outside the garden.

I’m sorry.

Golden Reapers came around the Hungry Ghost Reaper, leaving sugar-coated fruits one by one to cheer it up, but the Hungry Ghost Reaper didn’t eat any of them.

Darkness settled in a small room located in southern Italy.

In that darkness, the Purple Reaper was looking down at the lightly sleeping man with glowing eyes.

Hehe.

The Purple Reaper laughed softly, covering its mouth as if happy.

The numerous events it had experienced lately had made the Purple Reaper truly joyful.

The battle with ‘Wrecking Ball’ was cool, but it also really liked the process of buying up the spent bullets.

If it sat on a park bench with an old newspaper spread out, a suspicious person would suddenly appear on the opposite bench.

When the man recited what seemed like a code in a low voice as if talking to himself, the suspicious person would leave the newspaper they brought and leave the bench.

And inside that rolled-up newspaper were bullets.

So cool!

The Purple Reaper, who had been enjoying itself like this, suddenly had a hint of worry on its face.

When the Purple Reaper looked outside through the window, a giant made of huge blue starlight was moving.

A massive being that neither humans nor ordinary Objects could see.

The blue starlight giant, growing larger day by day, was appearing every night as if searching for something.

The Purple Reaper looked down at its small fist with a worried expression.

Can I defeat that monster?

At that moment, the face of the huge giant began to descend towards where the Purple Reaper was.

!

Scattering ominous blue starlight in all directions, it was looking down at the ground as if searching for something.