Seoul Object Story-Chapter 163: Halo’s Epilogue (3)

Dreams of the Blue Girl.

The body felt uncomfortable compared to the Grey Reaper’s form.

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Since I had once properly controlled the Blue Girl’s body, it felt somewhat familiar, and I quickly realized where I was.

In the dream, the Blue Girl was walking along the mysterious path I had once traversed.

A high and peculiar road that seemed to lead into the sky.

Perhaps because the road was too long for a human to walk to the end, the Blue Girl was riding an unusual creature.

It was a white Reaper-like creature with long limbs, similar to the black Reaper’s black Aji I had seen at the top before.

It was a white Aji I had seen through the Mini Yerin's perspective before, but now it was twice as big as before.

It seemed to be the same size as the white Aji now part of my garden.

Kyu Hing Hing.

The white Aji, unhappy with its long legs, made a kyu hing hing sound with each step it took.

It moved quickly because of its long legs.

The Blue Girl, holding onto the antennae of the fast-moving white Aji, was laughing joyfully.

Because of the speed, her hair fluttered like a flag in the wind.

Behind her, the mentor sat on the broad back of the white Aji, still a little stiff but muttering with admiration.

"It looks a bit unsettling, but... as a mode of transportation, it's revolutionary."

Though there was some distaste for the strangely long-legged Aji, the mentor couldn't hide his curiosity.

At the mentor’s words, the Blue Girl pouted and muttered in response.

"It’s cute... everyone will want one of these travel Aji in the future."

The mentor didn't respond to her complaining but instead looked around with a curious gaze.

It was a strange path that could hardly be explained physically.

The sky-reaching path without any supports was firm and unshakable, and the land far below and the clouds flowing by were astonishing to the mentor.

"I can't believe such a road was hidden near the city."

"To find this path, certain special conditions are necessary."

The Blue Girl smiled as she explained.

"From my research... only a spellbook that listens to wishes and grants them can reveal the path."

"In other words, only those called 'children of the gods' by the order can find it."

"Well, I’m not sure if they are truly children of the gods though."

The Blue Girl, giggling, paused for a moment and added:

"And there are other conditions, but... those can't be explained in words. It's because of the 'spellbook that killed the god.'"

The mentor nodded in agreement, adding his own thoughts.

"The spellbook that killed the god is broken, but it still seeks the ‘god’s record’ to destroy, so we must be cautious."

They continued their conversation until they finally arrived at the plateau.

It looked exactly like the desolate plateau I had seen, but there were two differences.

The giant claw marks where the city had once been were gone.

And the black corpse had vanished like a mirage, leaving behind a giant black giant lying in a deep slumber.

This giant corpse was significantly different in size from the dead black giant inside the immutable sphere.

It was so massive that it seemed to reach the heavens and touch the universe.

The moment I saw it, I realized.

This plateau was a space created solely for that black giant.

The Blue Girl and her mentor stood before the giant black corpse.

Though the black giant did not move, its presence alone radiated overwhelming power.

The Blue Girl observed the giant with an indifferent expression, as if she didn’t feel the weight of its power.

However, the mentor’s expression was quite different.

His eyes sparkled as if he had discovered the answer to a long-held mystery, and reverence radiated from his whole being.

To me, it looked like a slightly mad person.

Yes, it reminded me of the "cult leader" I had seen before.

"This is the true god..."

The mentor’s voice trembled slightly.

His words scattered in the air but felt like they were directed at himself.

The Blue Girl, still engrossed in observing the giant, did not notice the mentor’s agitation.

Her gaze was fixed solely on the massive black form.

"Humans killed the gods. And then they needed them again."

The mentor murmured.

And then, the Blue Girl, lost in her investigation, added as if reciting an old poem.

"The gods were cruel, but they protected humans."

Then, the Blue Girl, continuing the mentor's words, slowly extended her palm.

From her palm, a faint light began to gather.

It was beautiful, like countless fireflies dancing.

What formed slowly in her hand was none other than ‘firewood.’

Compared to the firewood I use, its color, brightness, and completeness were lacking, but it was undoubtedly firewood.

"May the wishes of those who need you reach you."

With those words, the light that had blossomed from her palm flew toward the black giant.

At that moment...

Grrrrrrr.

A huge claw-scraping sound shook the plateau.

It was the sound of an indelible scar being left upon the unchanging plateau.

And then, the giant's eyes, which had been closed for eons, slowly opened.

Though the movement was slow, its meaning was intense.

The god had awakened.

And with that, I too awoke from my slumber.

James Tower in the suburbs of Songpa-gu.

Recently, James Tower had been bustling due to a series of events.

The appearance of the massive Grey Reaper on the surface of the black planet.

The subtle change in the color of the planet, once black as ink, now starting to change.

And the appearance of grass and trees on the planet, as the green color began to spread.

Although the situation was still ongoing, James Tower remained on high alert. However, James was taking a brief rest with the Golden Reaper.

"If you work too hard, you'll die!"

James chuckled, seeing that the Golden Reaper looked so sad from working too much.

So, James made sure to get enough sleep and occasionally took breaks.

While sipping on a warm cup of hot chocolate, James was watching a personal broadcast channel called Mini Reaper Today with the Golden Reaper.

The channel was about the growing phenomenon of Mini Reapers.

By now, Mini Reapers were spreading almost as much as dogs and cats.

Previously, channels related to Mini Reapers were all conspiracy theory channels, but now, thanks to the efforts of the James Research Institute and the Object Association, things had improved.

Since the Golden Reaper had started to understand the videos, they often watched them together during their breaks.

As the next video began, the Black Reaper was shown stumbling in a desperate attempt to protect its attachment human from a dog.

The dog was quite small and appeared harmless, but the attachment human was terrified of even such a tiny dog.

The Black Reaper, sensing both the dog and the human’s emotions, appeared to be fumbling, until an idea finally seemed to strike.

With a furious expression, the Black Reaper slammed a concrete wall.

The dog, startled, immediately ran away.

The attachment human praised the Black Reaper at first, but when they saw the completely destroyed wall, the video ended.

"Oh no! I shouldn’t have broken the human’s stuff..." The Golden Reaper looked distressed as if it had done something wrong, but James only smiled and gently patted its head.

Next, the screen switched to a familiar streamer, who was broadcasting with the Golden Reaper perched on their shoulder.

This streamer was the first to discover the "Grey Reaper on the Black Planet."

Since the Golden Reaper was now appearing in broadcasts, it seemed the "Pizza Box Golden Reaper Operation" was a success.

"...?"

The Golden Reaper looked curiously at James, who was smiling.

"It’s nothing," James said, smiling at the Golden Reaper’s expression, then moved to the next video.

Suddenly, the phone began to ring loudly, signaling an emergency.

"Nooo!"

The Golden Reaper lay on the floor with a sad face, but James, now serious, picked up the phone.

[Boss! Most people have thought of ‘Nameless!’]

"..."

Upon hearing this, James finally showed the look of someone who knew this moment was inevitable.

There had been signs for quite some time.

The rules had always been loose, and recently the rule of ‘Nameless’ had become even more lenient.

Moreover, cases where it didn’t appear at all had been increasing lately.

James put down the phone, quickly grabbed his outerwear, and took the Golden Reaper as he left his office.

It was time to get back to work.