Deep in the mini Reaper garden, on the milk shaved ice snowfield.
There, I was holding up a white hamster and quietly observing it.
Fluffy, snow-white fur.
Cheeks puffed out as if stuffed full of something.
A long tail with numerous fruits skewered on it.
The fruits on the tail, coated in sugar, sparkled and looked incredibly delicious.
Strangely appetizing.
Thinking this, I plucked one sugar-coated fruit from the hamster’s tail and ate it.
I popped a whole fruit into my mouth and munched.
It was a round, green grape, and it was surprisingly tasty.
Well, it was naturally sweet since it was covered in sugar.
I had expected the fruit to be very hard and shriveled from being coated in sugar, but it was unexpectedly moist and delicious.
If I had eaten this as a human, I would have had to brace for tooth decay from the sticky sugar mass.
But with my physical immunity, I could eat all kinds of snacks without worrying about tooth decay.
No matter how hard the snack.
No matter how sweet and sticky the snack!
As I started plucking and eating the fruits from its tail, the hamster flailed its limbs with an expression that seemed to cry, ‘My precious fruits!’
It was rebelling despite seeming terrified just seconds ago.
Seeing it struggle to the point of tears, it seemed these fruits were extremely precious to the hamster.
As I kept munching on the endless supply of sugar-coated fruits popping out of the hamster’s tail, a thought occurred to me.
A snowfield covered in snow.
A skewer that could hold processed round things.
Those two elements combined in my mind to remind me of an Object.
The evil Object that left a scar on Yerin’s neck!
It was an Object I really wanted to meet when I confirmed the dream was real through Yerin’s wound.
It was an Object I really, really wanted to meet.
I was a bit slow to realize it because I was distracted by the hamster’s fruits, but I’ve remembered now.
How should I torment the hamster to spread rumors about how well I tormented it?
As that thought crossed my mind, I felt my lips involuntarily twitch at the idea of revenge.
The hamster’s small eyes, filled with terror, reflected my face with its ominous expression.
That face wore a truly wicked yet satisfied smile.
The hamster lay sprawled on the ground, its limbs gone.
Phew, finally succeeded.
I smiled with satisfaction at the sight.
Rather than simply cutting off the hamster’s limbs, it was closer to detaching them by distorting space.
As if the limbs were still attached, but sprouting elsewhere!
It was an extremely difficult task for me, who had always just destroyed and torn things apart when using spatial abilities.
But since it left an indelible scar on Yerin, this level of punishment seemed appropriate.
And I was contemplating various other pranks to play on the hamster.
The first prank that came to mind was Flamingo, Fire, and Prometheus.
This prank involved tying up the hamster, making a cross-shaped incision on its belly, and then just calling sugar flamingos.
Then the hamster would be eternally punished like Prometheus, having its liver pecked out by flamingos.
It was a highly educational prank based on mythology.
However, I gave up on this prank, thinking the mini Reapers might dislike it.
After all, pranks should be delicious, like tearing apart or roasting the White Hungry Ghost.
In the end, I chose a suitable prank and, wearing Halo on my head, began creating a large vending machine.
As soon as I put on Halo, I felt an unfamiliar pain, but I endured it for Yerin’s sake.
For revenge on Yerin’s scar!
The structure of the large vending machine was simple.
The hamster was tied up inside the vending machine, and a guard inside the machine kept plucking fruits from the hamster’s tail.
The role of the guard was played by a sugar flamingo.
Escaping from its eternal burning punishment, the flamingo taking on the role of guard would diligently pluck the hamster’s fruits.
The hamster, with its limbs gone, was structured to have its precious sugar-coated fruits endlessly stolen.
Thus, a vending machine selling all kinds of sugar-coated fruits was completed.
At the James Tower construction site, located in a corner of Songpa-gu.
James, staying there, was having a video call with a man who appeared on the monitor screen.
[James, as you said, we’ve confirmed the complete disappearance of the Moon of the Snowfield in Russia.]
“Now that moment mentioned in Book 0 is right around the corner. If it’s as written in Book 0, we should prepare thoroughly.”
James spoke while tapping a thick book he had taken out.
[Russia has also detected the end of the Object incident and is sending people in. So many people died. It’s said that the confirmed number already exceeds 1 million.]
“That’s to be expected. Such a vast area was completely consumed. Probably everyone inside died.”
As he spoke, footage began to appear on the computer screen connected to a secure line.
It showed video of Siberia, where endless clean snowfields stretched out with nothing but snow, not even hill-like obstacles.
But from a certain point, the snowfield began to change.
The snow-covered field was full of unconscious people, and entire frozen cities left abandoned began to appear.
It was a scene of the snowfield, which had looked like a painting, changing into a miserable reality.
[The seven-colored moon in the sky is almost complete now. All that’s left is the ‘Green Moon.’]
“Still haven’t found the location of the Green Moon? I wish we could discover it first this time…”
James said, looking up at the darkening sky and moon through the window.
“Well, that’s probably just wishful thinking. By the way, how’s the import of the spirit detector I asked for going?”
As it was time to end the meeting that had already lasted an hour, James looked at his wristwatch and spoke.
It was about the spirit detector requested by Sehee Research Institute.
[No, it seems import is completely impossible. It looks like they’re blocking customs clearance entirely for spirit detectors purchased by research institutes located in Korea.]
The Korean Object Association always showed incomprehensible behavior, but this time they were doing something truly inexplicable.
“Hmm, it seems I’ll have to bring it myself and provide it in the form of a loan.”
James ended the call, saying “It’ll be troublesome, but thanks for letting me know.”
“I was planning to go soon anyway, and now I have a reason to go.”
James turned off the computer and looked in the direction of Sehee Research Institute.
My containment room, my home in Sehee Research Institute.
I was lying on the bed eating pudding and watching TV.
And the numerous Purple Reapers beside me were clutching their hands tightly, focused on the TV screen.
They were so focused that they didn’t even react when I poked their chubby cheeks.
They probably can’t even understand the words, yet they’re able to concentrate this much.
Are they smarter than I thought?
Sometimes I got chills thinking about how the mini Reapers were getting smarter.
Surely they won’t become rebellious Reapers just because they’re getting smarter?
I’m a good mother, so it’ll be fine.
On the TV screen, a movie featuring superhumans who gained abilities from Objects was playing.
It was a movie where a superhuman who could absorb shocks, like the Purple Reapers, was the main villain.
I had already seen it and was about to change the channel, but the Purple Reapers were enjoying it so much that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
So instead of watching the movie, I was observing the Purple Reapers.
Looking closely now, the Purple Reapers’ outfits all had slightly different details.
Are they pursuing their own style?
Come to think of it, their outfits seemed to change a little bit every day.
Suddenly, the Purple Reapers started clutching the blanket tightly and stretching their necks forward, focusing intently.
Turning my gaze to the screen, I saw the movie was nearing its ending.
It was a scene depicting the final moments of the villain who couldn’t be physically killed due to his shock absorption ability.
A cruel scene where they blocked the villain’s ability use with mental pollution and delivered the finishing blow.
When the villain finally died, the Purple Reapers hung their heads and started shedding tears.
They stopped watching the movie and clung to me, crying loudly.
There, there. It’s okay. It’s okay.
I wasn’t sure exactly which part made them sad, but I comforted and stroked the clinging children.
A strange helmet became quite popular among the Purple Reapers for a long time.
It was the oddly-shaped helmet from the movie that blocked mental pollution.
Wait, did they empathize with the villain?
In a dark, empty room.
Oh Muryong, in a wheelchair, was gazing endlessly at his granddaughter inside a capsule.
Perhaps due to his age, Oh Muryong’s physical condition was rapidly deteriorating.
“Not yet, I can’t die yet.”
The distorted face of the old man, full of stubbornness, tenacity, and obsession, was reflected in the capsule’s glass.
In Oh Muryong’s quarters was an old, antique-looking lamp, which he picked up and shouted:
“How much more, how many more clones do I need to make and gather emotions?”
A small, ominous red light flickered in the lamp, and an old woman’s voice, as if cracking, flowed out.
“Hehe, I suppose so.”
Oh Muryong laughed self-deprecatingly, then took out a tightly sealed case.
It was a case sealing an Object in the shape of a lamp, which seemed to have belonged to the 3rd Research Institute Director.
“If one isn’t enough, I’ll have to use two.”
Evolution fluid, known to have a high probability of destroying Objects and extending lifespan.
That was Oh Muryong’s goal.
As he slowly unsealed the case, he kept repeating “For my granddaughter” as if making a vow.