Seoul Object Story
Chapter 331: The World at the End (12)

The Blue Reaper, confronted with the giant spider that devoured the sun in the Tower of the End, was instantly sucked into a deep and endless darkness.

Everything around seemed to have vanished.

With sight, hearing, and touch all numb, only the sharp pain felt in both eyes seemed to prove the Blue Reaper’s existence.

‘I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry…’

Voices of regret and self-blame echoed in the Blue Reaper’s heart.

‘If I die like this, my Attachment Human will die too…’

The fact that it couldn’t protect its Attachment Human until the end, whom the Blue Reaper had tried so hard to protect, weighed heavily on its chest.

It felt the flames of fuel burning deep in its chest growing weaker and weaker.

‘At least… if it ends like this, maybe I can go to the same place as my Attachment Human.’

As the fuel containing positive emotions disappeared, the Blue Reaper unconsciously tried to find faint comfort.

In this distant otherworld, there was no ‘Mom’ to keep the Blue Reaper from dying.

If it died here, it probably couldn’t even enter the ‘Mini Reaper Valhalla’ as a Mini Reaper.

‘It’s cold…’

As the warmth of the fuel disappeared and a chill spread throughout its body, the Blue Reaper instinctively curled up into a ball.

At that moment, something unexpected happened.

The cold darkness surrounding it retreated, and a warm energy that seemed to envelop the entire world began to wrap around the Blue Reaper.

Someone gently embraced the Blue Reaper’s body and began to transmit warm energy.

‘Mom…?’

Unable to believe the reality, the Blue Reaper exuded a faint will in extreme surprise.

And as that warm energy reached the Blue Reaper’s eyes, the pain it had felt until just now disappeared as if by magic.

Carefully opening its eyes, there stood Mom with an expression as fierce as when the Tyranno had been destroyed.

‘Mom is strong.’

Mom’s very existence seemed to dominate this space.

Every time Mom moved her hand, the surrounding reality twisted and reconstructed itself.

When she clenched her fist, space distorted, and when she swung her hand, the earth split.

It was sheer violence of massive fuel, without any particular technique.

‘It really is Mom. Mom came.’

Feeling relief, elation, and an indescribable sense of safety, the Blue Reaper burrowed deeper into Mom’s embrace.

With all fear and anxiety gone, the Blue Reaper slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

On the sleeping Blue Reaper’s face was a small but distinct smile.

It was a peaceful smile, as if all worries had disappeared.

The Tower of the End, a layer that had become completely ruined.

There, one could find the Blue Reaper collapsed while clutching its eyes, a human with peculiar pink hair, and a spider wearing a halo.

Is that the Blue Reaper’s Attachment Human?

I stored the pink-haired girl in the Black Hungry Ghost Demon’s mouth and held the injured Blue Reaper in my arms.

‘That must hurt terribly…’

In the Blue Reaper’s eyes, there flowed an alien crack as if space itself had been cut.

Seeing that wound, I felt strangely a little angry.

Even though I knew it would heal cleanly if I just put in some fuel, I still felt that way.

[It’s Mom….]

The Blue Reaper, its wound now healed, looked up at me with sleepy eyes, grinned broadly, then burrowed into my arms and fell back asleep.

I gently tapped the sleeping Blue Reaper’s head, then turned to face the spider that remained unscathed even within the spatial slash.

The spider wearing the halo didn’t move at all, just staring fixedly in my direction.

Is it examining me?

Or does it think I look strong and is waiting for an opportunity?

Well, it didn’t matter either way.

Looking closely at the halo spider, it seemed in such a serious condition that it wouldn’t be strange if it collapsed at any moment.

That’s how it looked to my ‘eye’.

The next moment, it was in a state where it wouldn’t be strange if its entire body crumbled and died.

‘Still, it looks quite strong.’

Perhaps if its body had been intact, it might have been as strong as the Hungry Ghost Reaper?

I continued pushing fuel into the Blue Reaper while stretching out one hand towards that spider.

Then I clenched my fist.

‘Kyuu.’

A black sphere formed from the crumpled space began to devour everything around it.

A sphere containing endless void within, an effective means against most enemies.

But as the halo on the spider’s head began to scatter light, the situation started to change.

The halo spider created a Word Spirit similar to the Blue Reaper’s magic.

With that, space returned to normal, and the black sphere disappeared in an instant.

Is it a halo that can achieve what it wants through language, like the Blue Reaper?

How annoying.

I began to wildly slash space by swinging one hand randomly.

Swoosh.

As my fingers flowed, the sound of space being torn apart began to echo.

The trajectories of my five fingers seemed to tear the sky and devour sturdy-looking structures.

But the moment that spatial slash was about to become a phenomenon, it turned into golden fuel and scattered in all directions.

It looked like golden petals scattering amidst ruins that seemed about to collapse at any moment.

‘!’

If that’s the case.

I stomped my foot twice to summon the Mini Reaper Garden.

The entrance to the Mini Reaper Garden opened, but the Mini Reapers couldn’t come out.

‘Mom is calling!’

On the other side of the Mini Reaper Garden, Golden Reapers were running wildly, repeatedly hitting their heads against an invisible wall and falling over.

Spatial slashes don’t work.

I can’t even summon the Mini Reaper Garden.

Then, can I call forth the Halo or the Immutable Sphere?

As I was pondering like that, the spider finally began to move.

Creak. Creak.

The spider looked up at the sky with a sound like an old machine, then began to create Word Spirits.

A Word Spirit targeting me specifically.

The space all around was sharply cut away.

But with each word the spider uttered, it crumbled more and more.

Blackened shells fell from the spider’s surface, clattering on the ground.

And I too was continuously cut by the spatial slashes.

Swish!

My right hand, cut off by the very slowly approaching spatial blade, spun in the air before turning into golden flames and scattering into the void.

The spider and I were in the midst of hurling spatial slashes at each other wildly.

However, all of my attacks dissipated, while only the spider’s attacks were chopping my body to pieces.

Moreover, this sneaky spider had even added an unavoidable attribute to its spatial slashes.

Fortunately, perhaps because Yerin had turned me into a ‘Daejji’, or because I had a lot of fuel, regeneration wasn’t a burden at all.

And the spider crumbled a little each time it created Word Spirits to attack me, gradually shrinking in size.

The problem was that the spider was so huge, it would probably take years to whittle it down completely.

So while regenerating, I kept repeating sad thoughts.

‘Tyranno is dead.’

‘The Golden-Mecha-Tyranno Armor is also broken.’

‘All the Tyrannos are starting to grow feathers.’

I kept repeating such thoughts over and over.

The purpose was just one.

To bring out the ‘Death-Seeing Halo’ hidden in my heart.

Spatial slash.

Mini Reaper Garden.

Halo summoning.

Immutable Sphere summoning.

The only means left to me, for whom nothing was working, was the Halo in my heart.

Become sad.

I am sad.

I am angry.

But no matter how angry a situation I imagined, the Halo showed no signs of appearing.

As time passed meaninglessly like that, an unexpected change occurred.

The ground began to shake violently as if an earthquake had struck.

Boom!

And as the floor burst open, a black torrent began to cover the entire layer.

‘Mom is here!’

‘It’s the real Mom!’

It was a torrent of squishy Black Reapers.

A torrent that looked like the night sky, with the Black Reapers’ eyes dotted throughout.

That torrent began to pour down towards me.

‘Shrunken Mom.’

‘Is Mom still hurting?’

‘Why so small?’

‘We must help Mom!’

And the Black Reapers wrapped me in strange doll clothes.

Uncomfortable.

When the Black Reapers covered my body, it felt like 99% of my vision was blocked.

It felt like wearing glasses with just a pinhole open.

The moment I tried to escape from among the Black Reapers by spatial movement, I felt a strange circulation.

It felt as if I had become one with the Black Reapers.

Fuel began to circulate slowly through the network of connected Black Reapers.

It felt like I had put on the body of the Black Giant.

‘Is this why the Black Giant ate the Black Reapers?’

It seemed like I could now fulfill my small wish.

The spider continued to create Word Spirits to exclude the intruder.

Meanwhile, God’s Fragments that suddenly appeared from underground began to gather and form a massive shape.

God’s Form.

A presence like that of a god.

No, it couldn’t be a god.

Because god was dead.

But that blackened form grew larger and larger.

Perhaps because so many fragments had gathered, it had now grown to almost the same size as the spider itself.

And the fragments that still couldn’t fuse spread out black on the ground.

But even seeing this sight, the spider continued to move.

Creak. Creak.

And looking up at the sky, it uttered a Word Spirit.

A spatial slash large enough to bisect the entire layer.

But the spatial slash helplessly scattered the moment it reached the enemy.

That sight looked like a god.

And the massive God’s Form turned its head towards the spider.

The form had grown so large that the ‘Gray Face’ had now become a gray dot in the facial area, but that face was smiling brightly.

And opening its mouth, it sent out a telepathic message that looked extremely joyful.

[Gray Reaper Beam!!!]

In that instant, countless eyes embedded in the form all awakened at once.

Golden radiance burst forth from each eye, and that light danced in the air as if it were a living creature.

The streams of light were drawn towards each other, gathering to form a massive wave of light that began to surge towards the spider.

The countless fragments scattered on the floor were no exception.

Golden light bloomed from each small piece, and that light gushed towards the spider like a spring welling up from underground.

The waterfall of light pouring from above and the fountain of light surging from below met and swirled together.

Everything around was filled with light, and there was nowhere to escape.

The spider, leading its creaking body, gathered its strength to create one Word Spirit.

<Light fades, and endless darkness shall come.>

It was a Word Spirit to erase and block the light.

But those brilliant clusters of light ignored the Word Spirit and began to mercilessly penetrate the spider.

‘Ah….’

As it was struck by those clusters of light, the spider could finally understand.

The authority of death.

The proof of god.

The power of god dissolved in the clusters of light.

As its body began to crumble under that power, it felt the halo gradually peeling off.

The halo that had once mercilessly eaten away at the spider’s existence, but now barely supported the broken spider’s existence.

That was coming off.

‘God has returned.’

‘Master, has this tower fulfilled its purpose?’

The spider slowly closed its eyes, trying to recall the face of its master that it could barely remember now.