The James Space Station, occupied by the Green Moon.
The woman slowly opened her eyes inside it.
At first, it was difficult to recognize where she was.
As she blinked and looked around the dimly lit surroundings, the situation just before falling asleep gradually came back to her.
I must have fallen asleep….
The woman murmured blankly to herself.
In truth, she shouldn’t have fallen asleep during such an urgent Object incident, but she couldn’t help it.
The Special-grade Object ‘Green Moon’ that appeared on the space station.
The simultaneous loss of communication with Earth.
The grass and trees that suddenly started growing.
Moreover, as the station twisted, she was separated from her coworkers and left shivering alone in endless darkness and cold.
The moment she encountered a ‘friendly’ grotesque creature that went “Ming!”, it was truly unavoidable that she fell asleep as the tension released.
The grotesque creature was still nestled in her arms.
As if it was asleep, the cute grotesque creature was making miing sounds like it was snoring with its eyes closed.
The woman smiled fondly and slowly stroked the grotesque creature in her arms.
As she was enjoying the warm and soft sensation, the grotesque creature opened its eyes and woke up.
The woman greeted it while looking into its two golden glowing eyes.
The grotesque creature miinged, imitating the woman’s intonation.
The woman chuckled softly and started playing with the grotesque creature.
After all, without rescue, she was 100% certain to die as a space dweller, and with the Object incident on top of that.
The woman had given up, thinking it was all or nothing.
The awakened grotesque creature seemed interested in humans, not taking its eyes off her.
Perhaps because of that, the grotesque creature gave off a feeling similar to the Mini Reapers her friend had told her about.
Though it looks different, it’s a bit like a Mini Reaper.
At the James Research Institute, it was established theory that Mini Reapers were related to the ‘Moon’.
Could this grotesque creature born from the Green Moon have some connection to the Mini Reapers?
The grotesque creature would mimic the woman’s actions exactly.
If she stretched out her hand, it would do the same, and if she patted its head, it would reach out and pat her head in return.
When she spoke to it, it would ming-ming while trying to imitate her words.
Unfortunately, the grotesque creature didn’t seem to understand language, but just having someone there made her feel much more content than being alone.
As they played , the sun began to show itself again beyond Earth.
As the darkness and chill faded, warmth spread inside the station.
The woman’s stomach growled.
Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten properly.
As the woman clutched her hungry stomach and thought about being hungry, the grotesque creature started to increase its size.
After growing larger than a person with a loud ming, the grotesque creature lunged at the woman.
The woman was truly startled, but before she could show her surprise, the grotesque creature had already grabbed her.
Is it finally showing its true colors and going to eat me?
The woman could only close her eyes tightly and wait for death in the grotesque creature’s large grasp.
But the grotesque creature merely lifted her up and placed her on top of its head.
Then with a slithering sound, it began to leave the area where the communication console had been.
The woman felt a bit embarrassed for having been scared, and slowly patted the grotesque creature’s head.
The grotesque creature simply responded with a “Ming!” to the woman’s action and continued crawling along the floor.
The sound the grotesque creature made while moving was very quiet, but perhaps due to its large size, its movement speed was quite fast.
And the moment they turned the corner at the end of the corridor, an endless jungle spread out before them.
Why has the space station suddenly become a forest?
The woman couldn’t help but be extremely bewildered.
The space station that was there until just recently has disappeared.
While it was sufficiently Object-like for grass and trees to suddenly appear on the space station, the current phenomenon went beyond that.
“Is this the ‘Moon’s’ spatial erosion?”
The Red Moon’s desert, the Blue Moon’s lake, and so on.
There were quite a few observed cases of moons changing the environment, but experiencing it firsthand felt different.
It was truly a realm that current human technology could never reach!
Looking back, the corridor they had come through was nowhere to be seen, and endless jungle spread out in all directions.
The place where she stood with the grotesque creature was on top of a fairly high hill, from which the jungle’s appearance could be seen at a glance.
The forest stretched to the horizon like a vast green carpet.
The dense trees were packed so tightly they looked like a broccoli forest.
This space had become a place that could no longer be considered a station.
As the wind blew in from the edge of the horizon, the leaves swayed in the breeze, creating waves of green.
The humid air characteristic of forests hit her skin.
The birdsong of unfamiliar birds resembling archaeopteryxes crossing the sky and the damp woody scent added to the forest’s vitality.
The woman let out a dejected laugh as she looked down at the jungle.
In the shallow part of the Mini Reaper Garden, on the Marshmallow Plains.
I was lying on the soft marshmallows, pondering over and over.
How should I get to the space station?
The Red Reaper Rocket and me transforming into a Red Reaper to fly there had both failed.
For some reason I didn’t understand, fuel consumption increased explosively when moving away from the ground beyond a certain point, making it impossible to fly far.
I thought this might be one of the reasons the Black Reapers mentioned for why ‘Mom can’t fly’.
So the best method I could think of was to put Golden Reapers into the Giant Black Reaper Ballista and indiscriminately fire them into space.
Well, even if precise aiming is needed in space, if we launch Golden Reapers in the millions, some might reach the station, right?
The problem was ‘Can Golden Reapers return to the garden from space?’
Seeing how fuel consumption increases rapidly in space, there’s a good chance they might not be able to return.
If they can’t come back, the Golden Reapers would become space orphans, which is a bit….
So I needed to experiment to see if it’s safe, but to experiment I’d have to go to space, which was a really troublesome situation.
Is my ability still lacking to destroy the Steel Tower right now?
As I turned my gaze to my palm in a situation where I couldn’t see any answer, two Golden Reapers were playing excitedly on my palm.
Golden Reapers igniting golden flames all over their bodies as if their entire bodies were burning.
It started with Golden Reapers I had caught to try dieting.
It was an exercise based on the idea that if I gained weight due to fuel, I should release the fuel.
So I grabbed one Golden Reaper in each hand and poured fuel into them recklessly.
At first, the Golden Reapers struggled saying ‘No way!’, ‘I’ll become a pig!’, but now they were playing while giggling.
Perhaps realizing that they don’t gain weight no matter how much fuel I put in, they’ve now started playing using the excess fuel.
It was a game of shooting fuel masses at each other like superhuman fights in cartoons.
They would send round clumps of fuel flying or process them into beam form and shoot.
The fuel collided in mid-air, causing golden explosions.
Perhaps because they looked cool wildly throwing fuel at each other, other Golden Reapers started gathering little by little.
And now it had become such a popular game that they had to line up and take turns.
I want to shoot beams too.
Besides the ‘Golden Reaper Beam’ that gathers and shoots sunlight, they can even shoot fuel like a beam.
As I was closely observing the Golden Reapers, trying to figure out how to shoot beams, one Golden Reaper approached my ear.
That one came up and brought up a topic I was incredibly interested in.
In the middle of the jungle that no longer felt like a space station.
The woman was wandering through the dense forest, riding on top of the large grotesque creature.
The branches and leaves extending from trees as tall as buildings blocked the sunlight from above, casting dark shadows in the forest.
It truly felt like a vast green deep sea.
The grotesque creature put the woman down on the ground, climbed up a tree, and came back down with a large fruit.
The fruit it split in half as if telling her to eat contained sloshing liquid inside, like a coconut.
As she slowly drank the juice from the fruit handed by the grotesque creature, a sweet and soft taste spread throughout her mouth.
Perhaps because it was so delicious, the woman murmured blankly.
And as the woman came to her senses, she smiled brightly and expressed her gratitude.
The grotesque creature also responded loudly, seeming pleased.
The two settled under a large tree and began spending a leisurely time eating fruit.
It was a peaceful time she couldn’t have imagined when stranded on the space station.
A peaceful time spent with a pile of fruit stacked up.
But as an out-of-place sound started coming from above the trees, the atmosphere of the entire forest began to change.
Dust slowly falling from the treetops with minute vibrations.
And following that, the stacked fruits began to shake and collide, making noise.
The grotesque creature, with a very tense feeling, slowly crawled towards the woman and covered her with its body.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
But the grotesque creature didn’t answer the woman’s words.
The grotesque creature was terrified.
As the grotesque creature completely covered the woman’s body, its grass-like body became excellent camouflage.
The woman, holding the fruit she had been slowly drinking to her chest, looked outside through the small gap left for breathing.
Then a terrible stench like rotting corpses began to fill the surroundings.
A horrible animal smell that made her want to cough involuntarily.
The unique smell of carnivores.
The surface of the juice in the fruit she held to her chest began to shake.
And the ground started to rumble heavily.
Something, incredibly dangerous and enormous, was approaching.
James Tower, Temporary Rocket Launchpad.
James was looking down at the Gray Reaper circling around the large rocket.
“I never expected things to go this well.”
The Gray Reaper was very excited, hopping around the rocket as if it had become a human-sized Golden Reaper.
A shape that completely ignored the aerodynamics needed for the rocket.
It was an imperfect rocket that barely managed to block the aerodynamic heating problem using Object materials.
He knew the Gray Reaper had a strange obsession with tyrannosaurs, but to this extent?
It seemed like it would follow him into a dark alley if he gave it a tyrannosaurus-shaped candy.
The Gray Reaper, which usually acted like a human-level intelligent being, was showing an unintelligent Object-like reaction specifically to tyrannosaurs.
The Gray Reaper, which had been jumping around the Golden-Mecha-Tyranno Rocket, had somehow already entered the rocket.
The Gray Reaper had phased through the rocket’s outer wall, fastened the seatbelt, and was giggling.
Then, as if telling them to hurry up and launch, it knocked on the internal camera.
Seeing this, James ordered his staff.
“Begin launch preparations!”
It was the start of the plan to recapture the James Space Station.