Seoul Object Story
Chapter 265: The Blessing of the Stars: Epilogue (2)

The soft sound of the TV echoed in the Sehee Research Institute lounge.

In a way, it was news deeply related to Sehee Research Institute, but the helmeted researcher simply let it wash over him.

There’s no way the Object Association will conduct a proper investigation.

To worry about the Association’s investigation, the helmeted researcher knew the Association too well.

Instead, the helmeted researcher was busy playing with a Golden Reaper using long, stick-shaped snacks.

“Ah.”

When the helmeted researcher opened his mouth, the Golden Reaper followed suit.

And a stick snack popped into its mouth.

Then the Golden Reaper happily crunched on the snack.

Its biting force seems stronger than I thought.

Watching the Golden Reaper diligently eating the snack, the helmeted researcher suddenly became curious.

“Again, say ‘Ah’.”

So he made the Golden Reaper open its mouth again and let it bite his finger.

“Bite hard. Hard.”

The Golden Reaper, tilting its head with an incomprehensible expression, bit down with an ‘Ang’.

The teeth were round, so it didn’t hurt much, but it seemed to have bitten quite hard.

When he lifted his finger, the Golden Reaper dangled from it, rising into the air.

It can lift its own body just with its bite force.

It looked somewhat like a fish caught on a fishing rod, making the helmeted researcher smile.

And when he put the Golden Reaper down on the floor, the Golden Reaper licked the researcher’s fingertip with a worried expression.

Doesn’t it hurt?

As if humans were fragile porcelain, the Golden Reaper looked extremely concerned.

Well, from the perspective of a Golden Reaper that’s fine even after being hit by an anti-materiel sniper rifle, humans would naturally seem like fragile glass bottles.

“It’s okay.”

The helmeted researcher stroked the Golden Reaper’s head and told it not to worry.

And when he checked the time, quite a lot of time had passed.

Lunch break is almost over.

The helmeted researcher stored the Golden Reaper back inside his helmet and looked around.

Researchers playing with mini Reapers, completely losing track of time.

There were so many people playing that one wondered how the institute even functioned.

Even more surprising was that twice as many people were playing in the courtyard than in the lounge.

Coming to Sehee Research Institute was truly a divine move.

Even though he did only about 1/10th of the work he did at the Association, he was treated as an ace at Sehee Research Institute.

The helmeted researcher’s assessment of Sehee Research Institute was simple.

An institute where almost no work gets done.

The only ones properly working were Deputy Director Park Seo-ah and Senior Researcher Kim Jungrui.

Even the most important security guards just played while eating snacks with mini Reapers, and all patrols and guarding were done by Golden Reapers walking around.

Sometimes there were even containment rooms with broken locks.

If Golden Reapers weren’t watching, Objects would have escaped long ago.

Some researchers were even trying to push paperwork onto mini Reapers.

The abominable sight of them teaching their respective attached Reapers Korean and English was occasionally seen.

Fortunately, except for the Blue Reapers, they weren’t learning properly.

The helmeted researcher smiled at the Golden Reaper inside his helmet and left the lounge.

The ‘ultra-giant blue-lit Gray Reaper’, covered in clinging mini Reapers, was running wildly around the mini Reaper garden.

Given its size, its speed was truly lightning-fast.

Fast!

The mini Reapers were enjoying themselves like children on an amusement park ride.

We don’t know when Mom will get tired of playing!

The mini Reapers had been clinging with this feeling, but perhaps because I kept playing with them, they looked puzzled.

Then they became very happy, saying I was a kind Mom.

Ho ho, it seems ‘Kind Mom Week’ is starting to have an effect.

If everyone lets their guard down like this, it seems okay to pull one big prank.

The target was the giant city the Golden Reapers were diligently building by piling up snow.

It was a snow chunk version of a sandcastle, and I was estimating what would happen if I destroyed it.

Hehe.

While controlling the giant blue-lit Gray Reaper, I looked down at the ‘Blue Girl’ lying down as if asleep in the Gray Reaper’s original body.

Weird. Why can’t I revive her?

Actually, before playing with the children as the giant, I had experimented with reviving the Blue Girl.

I intended to revive her and ask about all the vague and curious things until now.

But the result was failure.

No matter how much I used the giant’s ability, the Blue Girl’s soul simply didn’t exist.

Is the Blue Girl not an Object?

But looking at the Blue Girl’s corpse, it was clearly an Object.

Is there something I don’t know?

I just couldn’t figure out the reason.

As I was straining my antenna, thinking repeatedly, a Purple Reaper emerged stealthily from the shadows.

It was a Purple Reaper with rust here and there, as if its whole body was injured.

?

Was there a Purple Reaper injured like that?

That Purple Reaper clung to me with a very happy expression.

Mom! Thank you for helping!

The Purple Reaper rubbing its cheek against mine.

It seemed so grateful that it didn’t even care about maintaining its usual cool facade.

It said it was touched that I led everyone from the mini Reaper garden for itself and its attached human.

Of course, I hadn’t done such a thing, but I stroked the Purple Reaper with a nonchalant face.

Of course, of course. I’m always thinking of you all.

Perhaps because my tone was too artificial, the Purple Reaper looked slightly suspicious, but soon relaxed its expression and clung again.

By the way, isn’t it uncomfortable? Should I fix it?

I asked the Purple Reaper whose whole body was tattered as if attacked by the blue giant, but the Purple Reaper slowly shook its head and said it was fine.

Well, if it’s fine, I can’t help it.

And the Purple Reaper clung for a long time expressing its gratitude, then began to make one request with a very serious expression.

Normally it would be a request that made me want to play lots of pranks, but since it was ‘Kind Mom Week’, I decided to just grant it.

I seem too nice lately.

Hehe.

Deep in the mini Reaper garden, in the middle of the sea of hot chocolate.

The Blue Reapers were gathered in their hideout, trying hard to make something.

It was the task of improving the ‘World’s Strongest Golem Mom’.

The moment they saw the giant blue-lit Mom, the Blue Reapers were overjoyed.

Even the always happy Golden Reapers said ‘Envious sibling!’

The Blue Reapers were modifying the golem to express that happiness.

Big like the giant Mom!

Shining like the giant Mom!

But with the power of only 10 Blue Reapers, they couldn’t make such a huge Mom golem.

Moreover, emitting a mysterious blue light like the giant Mom was also quite difficult.

So the Blue Reapers’ worries only deepened.

Southern Italy, where the ‘Curse of the Stars’ had disappeared and all ‘Chosen Ones’ had died and vanished in an instant.

Amidst the unavoidable chaos of rebuilding, regeneration, and change in the collapsed south, a man had returned to his hometown.

He was a man who had lived while deceiving those around him that he was a ‘Chosen One’.

Having completed most of the work he set out to do, only the last task remained for the man.

Gone…? It’s going to be lonely.

The man looked around his hometown house, which felt empty, unable to hide his lonely feelings.

The small purple friend that had started following him at some point.

The Purple Reaper had disappeared suddenly, just as it had appeared.

Though it didn’t speak, it was the type to convey emotions through its eyes, so it was easy to notice.

That Purple Reaper was the type who admired the ‘fixer’ life he had walked.

So the man had vaguely felt it would turn out like this.

Having achieved all the reasons for holding a pistol, the man had returned to his hometown yesterday and buried his favorite pistol at his sister’s grave.

Perhaps that’s why it left.

The reason to follow him, who had already put down the pistol, had disappeared.

It couldn’t be helped.

We might not meet again, but I hope you stay well without getting hurt anymore.

The man worried about the health of his small friend whose whole body was rusted and broken, and made a small wish.

During your endless journey, if you happen to go to Korea, may you meet the Purple Reaper again with a smiling face.

The man began packing his bags to fulfill his sister’s last wish instead, the dream of leaving Italy and traveling the world.

He probably wouldn’t be able to return to Italy again.

The man planned to wander the world continuously like duckweed until his life ended.

As if traveling with his little sister.

The first destination was Paris, France.

His sister had definitely said she wanted to take a picture in front of the Eiffel Tower.

She had also said she wanted to eat croissants while strolling the streets of Paris.

Besides that, there were many places his sister had wanted to go.

As he stood at the door after packing his few belongings, the man felt his artificial eye throb.

“Well then, let’s go.”

As if speaking to his sister, the man muttered softly, then opened the door and stepped out.

…

But what unfolded before the man was not the first step of a lonely journey.

His sister, looking exactly as she did in life, was standing before his eyes.

“Brother, you’ve really aged a lot.”

His sister, with reddened eyes, speaking in a forced bright voice.

Then she rushed to the man, hugged him tightly, and began to cry profusely.

The man just closed his eyes tightly, didn’t say anything, and only slowly stroked his sister’s head.

As if this miracle would disappear if he opened his eyes or spoke.

He just kept hugging her like that.

And the rusted Purple Reaper hid in the shadows, blessing the sight of its attached human finding happiness.