Inside the gloomy security room of Sehee Research Institute—sealed off from the outside world for security reasons and filled with screens displaying countless surveillance feeds—the staff were fixated on a single monitor.
“Eiiiiii, no way a kid who sleeps that quietly would pull sothing like that. You’re ssing with because I didn’t see it, aren’t you?”
“You don’t believe your sunbae? I’m telling you, it’s true.”
The screen zood in, revealing the sleeping figure of the Bud Reaper with its blue skin, resting peacefully like a serene little angel.
“You’re saying that kid, with that sweet face, provoked you through the cara?”
“I swear it happened! Why would I lie about sothing so ridiculous?”
The senior security staff seed to rember sothing and brought up the saved footage on the screen and said.
“Co to think of it, I don’t need to convince you. Just watch the footage yourself…”
But no matter how much he rewound and replayed the video, nothing unusual showed up—just the Bud Reaper snoozing soundly.
“Seriously… So many odd things happen around these Objects. Did I just imagine it?”
“As expected, this Bud Reaper seems like a harmless, well-behaved kid too,” the junior said with a smile, getting up and heading towards a stash of cup noodles hidden in the corner of the security room.
“I’m starving. Want so ran too, senior?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
As she prepared two cups of instant noodles, the junior continued, “You know, Blue Reapers have been acting a bit different lately. Friendlier, you could say.”
“Really? I wouldn’t know. I don’t interact with the Blue Reapers much.”
“They’ve definitely changed. It’s not just . So folks say they’ve seen them peel apples and stuff at ho.”
The junior returned, carrying two steaming cups of ran. Handing one over, the senior grumbled, “Ah, that familiar cup noodle sll. The institute’s raking in cash these days, but here we are, still eating this cheap stuff.”
The two ate and chatted idly about various things—the Bud Reaper gifting chocolates, rumors of a giant statue of the Gray Reaper made of gold hidden in the institute’s basent.
It was all unproductive banter, really.
“I’ll take out the trash,” the junior said, gathering up the empty cups and tossing them into a plastic bag before heading out.
Left alone, the senior leaned back in his chair, feeling drowsy as the lingering sll of ran filled the room. He propped his chin on his hand, staring absentmindedly at the CCTV footage, just waiting for his shift to end. Ṛ
Then, sothing changed on the screen showing the Bud Reaper. The creature’s eyes, barely half-open, suddenly t his.
“What the—!”
Startled, the senior shot up from his chair just in ti to see the sprout’s eyes widen with a mischievous glint.
Bleh-!
It stuck its tongue out at him.
I wasn’t imagining it!
Just then, the door swung open, and the junior walked back in.
“Senior? What’s going on?”
But by the ti the junior returned, the Bud Reaper’s playful expression was gone, replaced once more by the innocent look of a child lost in sleep.
*********From my perch high above, I looked down at the world below—a vast, endless sea of black sli that stretched all the way to the horizon. Its shiny, gooey surface rippled slowly, like the gentle rise and fall of a sleeping monster’s chest.
Right in the middle of that sticky, dark ss, there was this herd of pigs, but not your regular oink-oinks—nope, these pigs were wrapped in flas! Their burning bodies scorched the sli with every step, like they were leaving angry little footprints.
At the front of their fiery parade was a massive, swirling hole, deep and dark, gobbling up every bit of light like a greedy little abyss.
I’d seen sothing just like that abyss before, from a helicopter ride—except this one looked even darker, nastier, like soone had poured a bucket of sludge into it.
The whole scene looked totally like sothing out of an apocalypse movie. Those fiery pigs marching toward that unreachable pit? Yeah, their intentions were super obvious—humans, beware!
They are here to invade Earth and pick a fight.
And Yerin was staying near that big, nasty hole I saw earlier. I couldn’t just leave her there, all alone and vulnerable. Nope, my eyes were set on the leader pig—the biggest, anest one leading the charge.
I zeroed in on it, ready to do my thing.
I grabbed at the space in front of , like I was tearing open the air itself, and oh, did things get wild. The universe seed to feel what I wanted—it twisted and warped, and then—bam!—a black sphere, dark as night and greedily swallowing all the light, ripped through the air.
Those pigs didn’t stand a chance. They got sucked right into that swirling ball of darkness, squealing and bleeding. Even the big boss pig couldn’t resist—it got shredded into pieces.
But, eh, when it cos to Objects like us, it’s never that simple. Victory? Hehe, not yet.
My attack didn’t et the magic criteria to finish them off for good, so their torn-up bits started crawling back together.
The big pig, missing chunks of its body, glared up at , lava oozing out instead of blood. And all those little pigs? They were back, staring at like I was so big, annoying pest.
[ !!!!! ]
The giant pig’s mouth opened wide, and it let out this weird, guttural noise—sothing I’d heard before on Earth. I could understand it before, but I couldn’t make out a single word now…
Wait. Why couldn’t I understand it? I always could before. Confused, I glanced down at myself—and, oh boy, what I saw wasn’t my usual cute self.
A black body.
White flas flickering in the void.
A blurry, ghost-like form.
A height that practically scraped the sky.
I was staring at a vessel of a body and soul that had died ages ago.
My shadow blended with the black sli below, looking down at the herd of pigs with .
What was happening? What on earth was I?!
Just as I was freaking out over my new body, my senses suddenly expanded—whoosh! I could feel everything: every continent, the whole planet, even beyond the universe itself.
Omnipotence.
Yeah, I was feeling it. All-powerful, all-knowing—I could do anything! But just as I was basking in that aweso feeling, a tiny, soft voice broke through.
Mom, co back quickly...
It was the Golden Reaper’s voice, filled with pain.
I could hear the children calling for , waiting for to return.
*********Whoosh-!
The Golden Reaper perked up, ears twitching at the sudden rush of flas, eyes fixed on the steel pig statue. The once sturdy, unbreakable tal was now drooping and lting like it had lost its fight.
Mom won!
The Golden Reaper grinned, bright and cheerful, and waited eagerly for the Gray Reaper to co back from inside the lting pig statue.
But instead of a triumphant mom, what stumbled out was a Gray Reaper who looked… wrong.
The Gray Reaper’s body—so strong and proud just monts ago—sagged lifelessly, collapsing into the softening steel, then rolling to the ground in a heap.
“!?”
Startled, the Golden Reaper dashed over, a worried little frown creasing its face. The Gray Reaper was lying there, eyes shut tight, not moving even a teensy bit.
Slap-! Slap-!
Tiny hands patted the Gray Reaper’s cheeks, soft but insistent, but got no response at all. She wasn’t asleep, either. This was just a hollow shell of the Gray Reaper, almost like a sad, empty puppet.
Mom’s not here…
The Golden Reaper stared down at the Gray Reaper, its cute little face scrunching up in confusion. But it wasn’t super worried—after all, Mom was invincible! She was the Creator, the mighty Gray Reaper.
She wouldn’t just disappear like that, right? It was just…taking a little long for her to co back, that’s all!
But then…fire started sparking from Mom’s body, and suddenly, that little worry started to grow. Flas flickered, and with them, sothing strange and scary happened.
The firewood, all that warm light that made Mom, well, Mom, began to flicker and vanish. It was being sucked away, faster than the blink of an eye. The Gray Reaper’s glowing form dimd in an instant, turning dull and brittle.
Soon, her skin looked dry, like cracked mud, and when the Golden Reaper tried to lift her up, the Gray Reaper’s body crumbled, bits of it scattering like sand.
Mom!
The Gray Reaper was in trouble. Big, big trouble.
Mom is in danger!
Panic bubbling in its chest, the Golden Reaper called out to all its friends, crying desperately for help. Without hesitating, it funneled all its firewood, its very essence, into the Gray Reaper.
Mom...
Through teary, blurry eyes, the Golden Reaper saw the other Golden Reapers rushing over, all of them silent but determined.
One by one, they touched the Gray Reaper’s lifeless form, giving her every last flicker of their firewood—everything they had.
As they did, their light dimd, and they fell softly to the ground, one after another.
Mom, co back quickly…
Even as they lay there, drained and flickering faintly, the little Golden Reapers’ wishes, their soft and tiny voices, shimred and flowed like gentle whispers through the last of their firewood.
*********Deep into the night, a sinister curtain of light descended over the research complex near the Rocky Mountains. It was a red curtain, bleeding across the horizon. From the far western edge to the opposite end, everything was ablaze.
The towering barrier that once guarded the Rocky Mountains—the spirit barrier that protected Arica—was engulfed in flas.
Smoke rose thick and heavy, smothering the sky in a shroud of darkness. And within that swirling smoke, a monstrous shadow lood—a colossal pig, its vast form draping over the mountain range as it stared down at the fragile human world below.
The alarms sounded, all too late.
The Rocky Mountain Spirit Barrier Managent Center—the heart that controlled the barrier and the entity imprisoned within, known as ‘The Abyssal Vortex’—had finally declared an ergency.
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