Seoul Object Story

When the blonde girl opened her eyes, what she saw was a sky with three moons floating on it. A big full moon, a small red moon, and a blue moon.

The black night sky she could see while lying down was also full of twinkling stars.

“I was definitely dead….”

The blonde girl said to herself in a slightly hushed voice.

However, contrasting to her thoughts, there was nothing wrong with her body aside from some discomfort. The wound on her chest, which looked as if her chest had been pierced by a sharp blade, had also disappeared.

There are two things that she found uncomfortable right now: the slight smell of blood remaining in her mouth and the rough texture of gravel on her back which hurt a little.

When she felt someone was holding her hand so tightly, she turned her head. What she saw was Agent Black sitting there with a face stained with worry and concern.

When the girl saw that face, she could feel relief spreading through her heart.

The girl and the man looked at each other's faces silently. After a moment of not-so-uncomfortable silence, Agent Black rose from his seat and carried the girl in his arms. And then, he slowly walked on the rustling gravel field.

While burying her head on Agent Black’s chest, the girl opened her mouth.

“I’m sorry, Ahjussi.”

"It's okay."

The girl continued her words in a slightly frustrated voice.

“What should I do now, ahjussi? I followed my heart’s guidance, but it was not enough.”

“There must be a way. And for now, let’s go to a guy who might be able to help.”

“No way. That guy in the yellow suit….”

A man wearing a colorful yellow suit appeared in the girl's mind at that moment.

“You are correct. If it’s that guy, he would be able to help.”

In the girl’s memory, the Yellow Detective struck her as a bit unreliable, but she brushed the doubt she harboured aside and decided to take a wait and see approach.

After all, Agent Black’s advice was never wrong.

The blonde girl smiled softly, hiding her face in Agent Black’s arms.

*******It’s the end of an era.

An end of era had arrived in the Garden of Mini Reapers.

As I lay down in the Garden of Mini Reapers while nibbling on some snacks, I began to see some strange things.

Blue hats as big as the body of the wearer; The blue reaper style began to become popular among the Golden Reapers.

No matter where I looked, I could see at least one Golden Reaper wearing a large hat made of water.

The Golden Reaper who wore the hat proudly walked through the garden while the Golden Reapers who didn’t wear it could only look at them with an envious expression.

Then, the Golden Reaper who wore the hat put its hat on one of the envious Reapers, making it smile brightly.

The Reaper who received the hat took a pose that it thought cool, making those around it applauded.

Perhaps because the hat was made by the Blue Reaper with magic, unlike the original, it would return to water after about an hour. However, the Golden Reaper seemed still happy with that.

There were still some Golden Reapers who felt uncomfortable wearing something like me, but I felt that the number was quickly dwindling. It even made me think that everyone would go beyond wearing hats and start wearing clothes and shoes as well.

Sooner or later, I would have to let the Blue Reaper know how uncomfortable those clothes were.

If things continue like this, the Golden Reaper might develop bad habits!

Om nom nom-!

I spent some time eating bits of fluffy cake while watching the Golden Reapers having fun playing with the witch's hat.

Out of a sudden, a witch's hat that was too large for the mini-reapers to wear appeared in the corner of my eye.

The witch's hat, floating in the air, soon arrived and landed in front of me.

Then, a Blue Reaper slowly approached me and began to look up at my face.

What did it want?

The Blue Reaper just kept looking at me with a wishful expression as its eyes shone brightly.

Did it perhaps ask me to wear that?

After a few seconds of eye contact with the Blue Reaper, and with no action on my part, the Blue Reaper began to write something in the air.

< i="" made="" a="" big="" hat!="">

Yes, yes. good job.

I patted the Blue Reaper's head, congratulating it on a job well done.

The Blue Reaper had a happy expression on its face for a few moments, but after that, it tilted its head and asked.

< aren’t="" you="" going="" to…="" wear="" the="" hat?="">

Hmm… I don’t want to… Because it’s uncomfortable…

When I looked down, I saw the Blue Reaper having an expression that looked like it was about to cry.

Well, I guess I couldn’t help it because it was a weak youngest with no physical immunity.

I picked the large hat and placed it on my head.

The moment I put the hat on, the Blue Reaper smiled brightly.

To be honest, the hat was too big and very uncomfortable.

Isn’t the shade of the hat wide enough to be used as a blanket?

I wanted to take it off right away, but now even the Golden Reapers who were watching from afar had come and started to play around me.

Golden Reapers hanging from the shade of the large hat and smiling, liking it.

Blue Reapers wandering around, liking it too.

Since the mini reapers liked it so much, even if it's uncomfortable, I should endure it until an hour has passed.

< you="" are="" cool!="">

< Cute! >

< It suits you! >

The Blue Reaper, who had made a hat for me, was sitting on my lap and praising me with all kinds of words.

It was a barrage of compliments that made me a little strange, even though it came from a mini-reaper who was infinitely friendly to me.

Is this some kind of brainwashing attempt to make me wear clothes?

*******Deep underground in Trinity Research Institute 3, there was a bizarrely twisted underground laboratory.

It was a laboratory where only those who had gotten permission from the third director could enter.

To be more precise, it was a laboratory that only 'evolved' humans, as the third director said, could enter.

The smell of petroleum that pervaded Research Institute 3 was thick enough to paralyze the olfactory organ of those who entered this underground laboratory.

The smell stuck to every corner of the laboratory so much that it seemed impossible to be washed.

This underground space, illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights, had the atmosphere of a mad scientist's laboratory. There were large glass coffins lined up in a row, each one of them  looked like a transparent sarcophagus containing dead creatures which twist grotesquely.

Of course, there were still moving creatures inside it, but they could no longer be called living things. Some creatures floated in the murky liquid, while others clung to the glass, casting grotesque silhouettes.

The researchers walking around to examine the glass tube were also anything but normal.

They were strange people whose limbs were twisted and whose organs were visible through their translucent skin.

In such a twisted and crazy place, the third director was having a fierce expression on his face and deep wrinkles between his eyebrows.

“Once again, something that was supposed to succeed failed.”

The director's voice growled so fiercely that it sounded as if he was biting the people standing in front of the table.

A man dressed in Trinity security uniform responded to the director’s words.

“It is inevitable, Director. You look down on the Gray Reaper too much. Why do you look down on him so much?”

“Of course I have my reason. The existence of the ‘Gray Reaper’ itself was proof of my victory. But seeing it fail like this makes me think that my judgment was wrong.”

The director erased the fierce expression on his face and gave orders with a calm expression.

“I acknowledge that the Gray Reaper is the biggest variable, and we will set it as our top priority from now on.”

The man dressed as a security guard admired the warden's decision.

“Finally!”

“The plan to deal with the Gray Reaper is simple. First, transfer the Gray Reaper to the third laboratory and ensure that we dealt with it. Until then, make sure to review the data of the Gray Reaper.”

The woman wearing a lab coat, who had been silently listening to the director's instructions, answered.

“Then, we will make a plan to temporarily transfer the Gray Reaper through renting it via the Object Association, director.”

In the meantime, the man who was dressed as a security guard was just chuckling.

“We will finally be able to properly fight the Gray Reaper. No matter how special that Object is, if we fight it at the third laboratory, we should be able to deal with it easily.”

“Then, this concludes the meeting.”

The meeting ended with the final words from the third director.

In the corner of the empty conference room, where everyone had left, a small purple hermit crab was sleeping in a glass tube.

*******Late at night when the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon.

The blonde girl and Agent Black arrived in front of the detective agency.

“Ahjussi, I’m nervous. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“You can rest assured, Young Miss. He is trustworthy.”

Knock-! Knock-!

When Agent Blkac knocked on the door of the detective agency, a man dressed in a yellow suit came out to the door.

“Welcome, my friend. I’ve been waiting for you. My juniors were also waiting for the welcome party.”

Behind the yellow detective, employees of the detective agency could be seen.

There were three employees in total, all of whom were women.

A woman who was cleaning a large hammer.

A woman with two golden horns on top of her head.

And a woman who didn't look like she was 10 years old yet.

The blonde girl saw the girl around her age and poked Agent Black in the back.

“Ahjussi, are you sure it will be fine?”

A detective agency that employed elementary school students?

Suspicion washeed over the blonde girl’s body.