The mont the golden blade pierced my chest, I was startled.
I had been admiring the crystal butterflies surrounding when suddenly, one flew up from behind and stabbed .
But once I confird that the one who had stabbed was a Ghost Reaper, my surprise quickly subsided.
"Ghost Reaper, stabbing without permission again."
It wasn’t so much anger as disbelief.
I had asked repeatedly for permission before they stabbed .
I’d have to tornt them later.
Hehe.
The Ghost Reaper had probably judged this situation as a crisis.
But in reality, it wasn’t.
Having fought and defeated countless Foreign Reapers, this particular Foreign Butterfly wasn’t particularly strong.
It was just that the object, which had been of a certain rank, suddenly beca stronger, and that was surprising.
The scenery created by the crystal butterflies adorned the space in all its beauty.
And with my 360-degree vision, the ever-changing reality felt strange.
I was just watching for a mont, and yet, here I was, stabbed...
I thought as I lightly tapped the translucent golden blade protruding from my chest with my finger.
"Seeing the blade sticking out like this... it's more visually shocking than I thought. If Yerim had seen this, she would have been startled."
While I was thinking that, a flow of power began to seep into from the golden "thief."
"Is the enhancent starting now?"
I recalled the golden Reaper, soaring through the sky with flas, and felt my anticipation rising.
"If the Golden Reaper has gotten that strong, then I should beco even stronger, right?"
At that mont, a very small amount of firewood flowed from the "thief."
I felt my rank rise a bit, but it was so minimal.
If I had to express it, it was the equivalent of the rank of an average Golden Reaper?
No, even less than that.
It might an sothing to the Golden Reaper, but to , it was almost aningless.
"Hmm..."
Disappointed by the result, I ntally increased the punishnt level I would give the Ghost Reaper.
The so-called double frog punishnt!
Then it happened.
Thump.
I felt an unexpected pulse.
The firewood inside began to stir.
At first, I thought it was just a temporary pulse.
Compared to my massive rank, the firewood granted by the "thief" was truly insignificant.
It was like dropping a single drop from a Mini Reaper's dropper into a beer mug made for a Black Giant.
But that tiny drop changed the fate of the beer mug.
The mont the drop fell into the mug filled with sloshing firewood.
The mug began to overflow.
My overflowing presence began to consu the world.
"What is happening?"
Golden flas enveloped my entire body.
And those flas burned fiercely, starting to burn away the distorted space around .
The fantastic scenery created by the crystal butterflies began to slowly lt into the golden flas.
It was like an ice sculpture lting under the scorching sun.
And the image reflected in the mirror no longer tore or distorted.
Instead, I shone even more intensely within the golden flas.
I instinctively realized.
"This is the Foreign Butterfly..."
Rather than using a halo to step into the Foreign Butterfly’s realm or indirectly reaching it through the Black Giant’s corpse.
This was the true rank of the Foreign Butterfly.
The golden flas passed through, transforming the space into a Mini Reaper garden.
A white marshmallow plain erged.
A hot chocolate sea appeared.
A snowy land of milk shaved ice ford.
The world beneath my feet had permanently twisted and changed its nature.
And I was everywhere in that world and nowhere at all.
"This is the true Foreign Butterfly."
I looked up, or rather, down at the Foreign Butterfly.
At this point, I felt like I could tear it apart just like the Black Giant.
Hehehe.
The mont the golden blade pierced Mom’s chest, the world began to change.
Golden flas exploded from Mom’s body, swirling in all directions.
The sight was so overwhelming that even the Black Hooded Reaper could only watch in a daze.
The flas didn’t just burn the surroundings.
They were made of firewood, and they began healing the Mini Reapers who had been suffering in the distorted crystal butterfly space.
The Mini Reapers, who had had their arms and legs severed, began to regain their full forms, one by one.
"Mom, you’re amazing!"
"Mom, you’re strong!"
The Mini Reapers, who had been suspended as if preserved in the distorted space, fell to the ground, their wills filled with admiration for Mom.
As the Mini Reapers were freed, an astonishing sight unfolded.
As Mom's power grew, the surrounding space began to change.
Unlike the temporary Mini Reaper garden setups that Mom had used before, this ti, permanent consumption was taking place.
It was a fundantal transformation of the world, much like other Foreign Butterflies.
This transformation pulled the Foreign Butterfly, which had dissolved into the world, back into the material realm.
And as the Mini Reaper garden grew larger, more and more Mini Reapers poured into the space.
Countless golden Reapers gathered around the Black Hooded Reaper, who lay exhausted on the ground.
"Little brother, are you okay?"
"You look hurt."
At that mont, a powerful energy emanated from a corner of the Mini Reaper garden.
An Aghi Reaper, wrapped in white flas, appeared.
A powerful Aghi Reaper with Aghi legs attached to its body.
The Aghi Reaper spun in the air, cutting through crystal butterflies and burning them with white flas.
Although its appearance had slightly changed, the result of its fused power was devastating.
As all eyes turned to the Aghi Reaper, the wills of the Mini Reapers erupted.
"Mom!"
"Mom, you’re huge!"
Mom’s body began to grow.
Just like the strong Mom who had looked down upon all things!
The Mini Reapers fell into a state of complete frenzy.
For the Mini Reapers, having a giant Mom was the most joyful and happiest thing imaginable.
As Mom grew, her form beca blurry, and soon she stood before the Foreign Butterfly.
Now, Mom was everywhere in the Mini Reaper garden.
Boom!
With a powerful kick, Mom sent the Foreign Butterfly flying into the air.
The Foreign Butterfly, with the entire space under its control, could not even resist.
In that instant, Mom’s form disappeared and reappeared right in front of the flying butterfly.
With an awkward but powerful movent, Mom kicked the butterfly back to the ground.
"Mom, you’re strong!"
"Mom’s kick!"
The wills of the Mini Reapers echoed.
To the Mini Reapers, this entire scene felt like the best scene in a fantastic movie.
The Mini Reapers cheered and clapped, and the frenzy deepened.
But among all of this, only the Black Hooded Reaper had a troubled expression.
To the Black Hooded Reaper, who had a very high rank, Mom’s image was becoming increasingly blurry.
It seed like she could disappear at any mont.
And everywhere Mom was, she was nowhere to be found.
I played with the giant Foreign Butterfly like a toy, kicking it around and tearing it apart with space cuts.
Then, in the final mont.
The mont my space cuts fulfilled the changed destruction conditions, the battlefield was filled with the wills of the Mini Reapers.
"Mom, we won!"
"Mom, you’re strong!"
The wills of the Mini Reapers’ "Cheers!" echoed through the sky, and I smiled happily, intoxicated by the sound.
In the shape of the massive Foreign Butterfly, I relished a comfort I had never felt before.
Everything felt trivial, and I felt as though I had beco one with the world itself.
Though it wasn’t as powerful as when I dealt with the Black Giant’s corpse, there was a different kind of freedom now.
As the Mini Reaper garden grew larger, my satisfaction grew.
This feeling, this sensation...
It felt like I had beco an all-encompassing existence.
I began to sink deeper into that sensation.
Yerim’s face, the mories at Sehee Research Institute, and the Mini Reapers...
All of these were fading into the fog.
But strangely, I didn’t try to stop it.
[All of those things are trivial compared to expanding my garden.]
Then, at that mont, the intense will of the Black Hooded Reaper pierced my consciousness.
"Mom!"
Only then did I hear the children’s voices.
"Mom, where are you?"
"Mom, where are you?"
I was startled.
What was I trying to do?
I had almost scattered my existence completely within the Mini Reaper garden.
The wills of the children pulled back into reality.
"!!!"
Startled, I quickly pulled the "thief" lodged in my chest and threw it away.
And once again, I returned to the form of a small gray Reaper.
"…."
I stood there for a mont, dazed.
Entering the true realm of the Foreign Butterfly was more dangerous than I had imagined.
It was just the ability to use power like a halo more strongly and freely, yet the cost was too great.
Though I had already ceased being human, I didn’t want to let go of my sense of self.
"Yerim, Sehee Research Institute, and even the children... I almost forgot all of them."
At that mont, the Ghost Reaper, flying around with a look of "Did I do well?" on its face, caught my eye.
It was a more dangerous situation than I thought, but its smug look irritated , so I turned it into a frog.
I used the maximum power in my frog punishnt!
When I saw the Ghost Reaper, wide-eyed, as if asking "Why?" a strange sense of satisfaction washed over .
The annoyance I had felt earlier was completely relieved.
Hehe.
The mont the golden blade pierced Mom's chest, the world began to change.
Golden flas erupted explosively from Mom's body, swirling in all directions.
The sight was so overwhelming that even the Black Hooded Reaper could only watch in a daze.
The flas didn’t just burn the surroundings.
They were made of firewood, and they began healing the Mini Reapers who had been suffering in the distorted crystal butterfly space.
The Mini Reapers, who had had their arms and legs severed, began to regain their full forms, one by one.
"Mom, you’re amazing!"
"Mom, you’re strong!"
The Mini Reapers, who had been suspended as if preserved in the distorted space, fell to the ground, their wills filled with admiration for Mom.
As the Mini Reapers were freed, an astonishing sight unfolded.
As Mom's power grew, the surrounding space began to change.
Unlike the temporary Mini Reaper garden setups that Mom had used before, this ti, permanent consumption was taking place.
It was a fundantal transformation of the world, much like other Foreign Butterflies.
This transformation pulled the Foreign Butterfly, which had dissolved into the world, back into the material realm.
And as the Mini Reaper garden grew larger, more and more Mini Reapers poured into the space.
Countless golden Reapers gathered around the Black Hooded Reaper, who lay exhausted on the ground.
"Little brother, are you okay?"
"You look hurt."
At that mont, a powerful energy emanated from a corner of the Mini Reaper garden.
An Aghi Reaper, wrapped in white flas, appeared.
A powerful Aghi Reaper with Aghi legs attached to its body.
The Aghi Reaper spun in the air, cutting through crystal butterflies and burning them with white flas.
Although its appearance had slightly changed, the result of its fused power was devastating.
As all eyes turned to the Aghi Reaper, the wills of the Mini Reapers erupted.
"Mom!"
"Mom, you’re huge!"
Mom’s body began to grow.
Just like the strong Mom who had looked down upon all things!
The Mini Reapers fell into a state of complete frenzy.
For the Mini Reapers, having a giant Mom was the most joyful and happiest thing imaginable.
As Mom grew, her form beca blurry, and soon she stood before the Foreign Butterfly.
Now, Mom was everywhere in the Mini Reaper garden.
Boom!
With a powerful kick, Mom sent the Foreign Butterfly flying into the air.
The Foreign Butterfly, with the entire space under its control, could not even resist.
In that instant, Mom’s form disappeared and reappeared right in front of the flying butterfly.
With an awkward but powerful movent, Mom kicked the butterfly back to the ground.
"Mom, you’re strong!"
"Mom’s kick!"
The wills of the Mini Reapers echoed.
To the Mini Reapers, this entire scene felt like the best scene in a fantastic movie.
The Mini Reapers cheered and clapped, and the frenzy deepened.
But among all of this, only the Black Hooded Reaper had a troubled expression.
To the Black Hooded Reaper, who had a very high rank, Mom’s image was becoming increasingly blurry.
It seed like she could disappear at any mont.
And everywhere Mom was, she was nowhere to be found.
I played with the giant Foreign Butterfly like a toy, kicking it around and tearing it apart with space cuts.
Then, in the final mont.
The mont my space cuts fulfilled the changed destruction conditions, the battlefield was filled with the wills of the Mini Reapers.
"Mom, we won!"
"Mom, you’re strong!"
The wills of the Mini Reapers’ "Cheers!" echoed through the sky, and I smiled happily, intoxicated by the sound.
In the shape of the massive Foreign Butterfly, I relished a comfort I had never felt before.
Everything felt trivial, and I felt as though I had beco one with the world itself.
Though it wasn’t as powerful as when I dealt with the Black Giant’s corpse, there was a different kind of freedom now.
As the Mini Reaper garden grew larger, my satisfaction grew.
This feeling, this sensation...
It felt like I had beco an all-encompassing existence.
I began to sink deeper into that sensation.
Yerim’s face, the mories at Sehee Research Institute, and the Mini Reapers...
All of these were fading into the fog.
But strangely, I didn’t try to stop it.
[All of those things are trivial compared to expanding my garden.]
Then, at that mont, the intense will of the Black Hooded Reaper pierced my consciousness.
"Mom!"
Only then did I hear the children’s voices.
"Mom, where are you?"
"Mom, where are you?"
I was startled.
What was I trying to do?
I had almost scattered my existence completely within the Mini Reaper garden.
The wills of the children pulled back into reality.
"!!!"
Startled, I quickly pulled the "thief" lodged in my chest and threw it away.
And once again, I returned to the form of a small gray Reaper.
"…."
I stood there for a mont, dazed.
Entering the true realm of the Foreign Butterfly was more dangerous than I had imagined.
It was just the ability to use power like a halo more strongly and freely, yet the cost was too great.
Though I had already ceased being human, I didn’t want to let go of my sense of self.
"Yerim, Sehee Research Institute, and even the children... I almost forgot all of them."
At that mont, the Ghost Reaper, flying around with a look of "Did I do well?" on its face, caught my eye.
It was a more dangerous situation than I thought, but its smug look irritated , so I turned it into a frog.
I used the maximum power in my frog punishnt!
When I saw the Ghost Reaper, wide-eyed, as if asking "Why?" a strange sense of satisfaction washed over .
The annoyance I had felt earlier was completely relieved.
Hehe.
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