Seoul Object Story
Chapter 264: The Blessing of the Stars: Epilogue (1)

Morning arrived in southern Italy, which had regained its tranquility after the disappearance of giants so enormous they seemed to pierce the sky.

And people who had lost their homes began to move en masse to the north.

These refugees became clear evidence, and numerous news outlets and newspapers created an uproar with the same news:

Even before this news was publicly announced, many journalists began crossing the border between south and north.

The place where special-grade Objects had fought each other, with explosions of sound and light.

Although the space was so distorted that proper observation was impossible, it could be considered the most dangerous site of the current era.

But for Object specialist reporters, this was just a risk they had accepted from the moment they chose their profession.

What the journalists who crossed from north to south saw was truly a rusted, crumbling ruin.

Buildings and roads all collapsed, as if the city had been destroyed by bombing.

Rust powder piled up like volcanic ash.

A regretful sigh escaped from the mouth of the journalist who had rushed into the south first, armed only with passion and a camera.

If it’s become such a ruin, will recovery even be possible?

The situation looked several times more serious than a bombed city.

Click click.

Ground gouged out as if scooped by a giant spoon.

Walls chaotically mixed with red rusted metal and cement, like the marbling of beef.

Buildings that slowly turned to powder and scattered with each gust of wind.

The desperate situation of southern Italy was being steadily captured on camera.

Is this really all there is to see?

Feeling frustrated, the journalist wandered here and there, but turning their head, all they saw was ruins.

Even climbing onto a building that looked like it might crumble at any moment and looking down, all they saw was ruins.

Just ruins everywhere.

How long would it take to recover from this?

It seemed like it would take much longer than the 20 years they had received the blessing of the stars.

The only fortunate thing was that not a single Object could be seen in this vast land.

!

As the journalist was walking around taking pictures of the ruins, something strange was seen moving before their eyes.

Thump thump.

It was a golden Object slowly walking somewhere, holding a small lump of rusted metal in its arms.

As if entranced, the journalist captured this golden Object with their camera.

Click.

It was the image of a Golden Reaper, its cheeks covered in red dust, carrying debris as big as itself.

This photo of a small Object working hard for Italy amidst the ruins became an article that spread worldwide.

The title of the photo was…

About 20 years of Italian division.

Now, 20 years after the day the star fell, southern and northern Italy have become one again.

Much land and many cities have rusted away and disappeared as if bombed.

Still, many people were celebrating and blessing the end of the division.

Almost no one died in the battle of the giants.

Although they could confirm each other’s safety through communication, Italy was filled with a somewhat excited atmosphere due to reunions between people who hadn’t been able to meet for 20 years.

Of course, there were some southerners who trembled in fear at the approaching terror of Objects again.

But even that was overturned when documents hidden by the southern Italy interim government were revealed.

The sharply increased number of deaths and disappearances after the blessing of the stars.

Rising prices and reduced jobs due to isolation.

Worsened public safety and thriving criminal organizations.

‘Chosen Ones’ who killed more people than Objects.

The ‘Blessing of the Stars’ began to be called the ‘Curse of the Stars’.

And opinions that ‘Objects’ were better than ‘Chosen Ones’ began to dominate.

The beings wandering around southern Italy played a part in this favorable perception.

Objects that cleaned up ruins using giant white Hungry Ghosts, and approached people in a friendly manner with bright smiles.

It was thanks to the Golden Reapers.

Perhaps because many Italians loved the Golden Reapers.

A giant candy pinwheel rose in the center of the ruined south.

And beneath it, numerous mini Reapers were waiting for their own attached humans.

Noir Golden Reapers wearing long coats and holding lollipops like Purple Reapers.

Purple Reapers dreaming of fateful encounters like the rusted Purple Reaper.

And mini Reapers wanting to find attached humans.

As mini Reapers gathered like this, the area around the giant candy pinwheel gradually became bustling.

A mini Reaper special district like Mapo-gu in Korea had been created in Italy.

In the snowfield located in the mini Reaper garden.

Having returned from Italy, I was lying in the snowfield where snow was falling heavily, with my mouth wide open.

As the snow that entered my mouth melted, the sweet taste of milk shaved ice spread in my mouth.

Delicious.

And beside me, a quite angry Hungry Ghost Reaper was biting one of my arms with an ‘Ang!’

It seemed to be because I hadn’t kept my promise to revive its attached Object.

It didn’t hurt due to physical immunity, but it was a bit annoying.

Strange.

My sharp intuition had clearly whispered that ‘If you kill the blue giant, you’ll be able to revive it.’

But even though I had killed the blue giant, no ability had appeared.

Instead, what appeared was a blue glowing sphere floating in the sky above the snowfield.

Moreover, there was nothing inside that blue sphere.

I thought the blue giant’s corpse would be lying there, but it was just a space full of sloshing water.

There was only one peculiar point.

The water inside the blue sphere was emitting blue light wildly, just like the blue starlight giant.

Seeing the blue glowing water, it somehow felt like the Cherenkov effect said to be seen in radioactive materials.

As I continued lying there, other mini Reapers began to approach, tilting their heads curiously.

The approaching mini Reapers had expressions that seemed to say, ‘Why is Mother being bitten?’

And the mini Reapers, finding the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s biting interesting, began to bite me with an ‘Ang!’ as well.

As passing mini Reapers began to cling to me one by one, my body became covered in mini Reapers like a whale bitten by remoras.

How annoying.

I wanted to peel them off and throw them away immediately, but I had to endure because it was still ‘Kind Mother Week’.

Sniff sniff.

As I was being bitten by mini Reapers like this, my thoughts suddenly reached the blue sphere.

Couldn’t I transfer my consciousness into it even if there’s no corpse inside?

It might work since it resembles the Immutable in size and shape.

As I lightly connected my consciousness to the blue sphere like that, I finally realized.

The blue sphere contained part of the blue giant’s abilities.

That ability was not the rusting light, nor the space-eroding fog, nor the power to manipulate space.

Resurrection ability!

It was the ability to summon the souls of dead Objects.

Since I could create bodies with Halo, just summoning souls could be considered resurrection.

It’s resurrection!

When I suddenly got up and projected my will, the mini Reapers who had been looking puzzled were startled.

The mini Reapers that had filled the snowfield were now projecting their will.

Resurrection!

Resurrection!

Perhaps because the Hungry Ghost Reaper was so sad, the story of the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s attached Object was famous even among the mini Reapers.

So the news that Mother was going to resurrect the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper spread instantly among the mini Reapers.

The vast snowfield filled up with tiny mini Reapers who had come to watch the resurrection.

Standing under the blue sphere, I smiled confidently at the gathered mini Reapers.

Mini Reapers full of expectation.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper looking slightly anxious despite its expectations.

Taking in these sights, I breathed my consciousness into the blue sphere.

?!

Suddenly, I felt a huge body inside the blue sphere.

As soon as I breathed in a bit too much will, another body like the black corpse opened its eyes inside the blue sphere.

A blue body slowly tearing through the blue sphere.

Boom!

And the new body that completely tore through the blue sphere and descended was a giant as large as the black corpse.

It’s so big!

Giant Mother!

But its appearance was completely different from the black corpse.

Except for glowing blue like the blue starlight giant, it looked exactly like my gray body.

Glowing giant Mother!

Blue Mother!

Roar!

The ultra-giant blue-lit Gray Reaper roared silently.

Trying to control both the giant blue body and the tiny gray body simultaneously gave me a very dizzy feeling.

Ugh, I’m dizzy.

It felt like controlling two different game screens with each eye.

The blue body began preparing to summon souls, while the gray body held the Labyrinth’s Halo, preparing to create bodies.

When I used the soul-summoning ability with the blue body, hazy forms of all sorts of Objects began pouring in.

That flow was so fast that it was impossible for my cognitive abilities to grasp.

So I gave up on trying to find by looking, and started focusing my wish on the being that needed resurrection right away.

Then, a hazy form appeared.

Short arms.

A big head.

Sharp teeth.

Cool bipedal stance with a long tail.

Ah, it’s Tyranno!

Of course, I knew I should resurrect the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper, but I couldn’t resist.

The hazy spirit form of Tyranno appeared above the snowfield, and a fluorescent dinosaur body began to cover it.

Glow-in-the-dark Tyrannosaurus. Together forever!

Even as I was being punched by the mini Reapers for getting distracted, I smiled contentedly while looking at the glow-in-the-dark Tyrannosaurus.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper stood in the middle of the snowfield, watching a hazy Object gradually become clear.

A small and weak Object that resembled a Golden Reaper.

The master had said that since quite some time had passed since its death, its form might have changed slightly due to wishes.

Moreover, since it wanted to be resurrected as part of the mini Reaper garden like the Golden Reapers, it might change even more.

But to the Hungry Ghost Reaper, it didn’t seem like there were any big changes.

Short limbs.

Small gestures.

Small eyes and round smile.

Everything was the same.

Although it was wrapped in pudding like clothes, its essence remained unchanged.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper tightly hugged the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper and projected its will.

I really missed you.

I missed you so much.

The Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper also expressed its joy by rubbing its face in the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s embrace.

I’ll show you everything, absolutely everything.

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, tightly hugging the Golden Hungry Ghost Reaper, looked truly happy.