Chapter 189

In a small, cozy room, the Blue Girl was being silently watched when suddenly, the Golden Reaper popped up on my shoulder and started bouncing around.

The Golden Reaper, whom I had asked to keep an eye on the Mini Reaper Garden, appeared and informed me that a Hungry Ghost Reaper had shown up in the garden.

Upon hearing the news, I immediately teleported to the Mini Reaper Garden.

As I arrived at the garden, always filled with sweet scents, I saw the Golden Reapers gathered around a Hungry Ghost Reaper lying there.

The Golden Reapers were arguing amongst themselves while staring at the reclining Hungry Ghost Reaper, debating whether it was their “Younger Brother” or not.

The debate’s focus was on whether this Hungry Ghost Reaper was indeed their “Younger Brother.”

Since it looked similar, some Golden Reapers believed it was Giant Younger Brother mk·2.

However, others argued it wasn’t their younger brother since it lacked firewood.

It was an adorable quarrel between the Golden Reapers with opposing opinions.

To me as well, the Hungry Ghost Reaper seemed somewhat ambiguous.

Given the absence of firewood, it was clearly not a Mini Reaper but appeared to have mimicked both form and energy from me.

With no clear answer in sight, the Golden Reapers’ “Younger Brother Debate” surprisingly ended sooner than expected.

Realizing their limited logic couldn’t resolve the issue, the Golden Reapers sat in a circle, selected representatives, and began a standoff.

What are they up to? Are they going to hold a rap battle on the theme of “What is a Younger Brother?”

But contrary to my expectations, the representatives facing each other started jumping around and commenced a fierce fight right there.

Their overly macho method of resolving disputes made me chuckle a bit.

Tush-tush!

Always cheerful Golden Reapers now sported serious expressions as they launched tush-tush attacks, dodging gracefully with flashy footwork.

The intense battle, where either side could’ve won, concluded when one Golden Reaper raised both hands shouting “Hooray!”

It was a simple rule: whoever landed three clean hits declared victory due to physical immunity.

Though doubts arose about whether they needed a referee for such a scoring system, upon reflection, honest Golden Reapers probably didn’t need one.

When one side triumphed, all the Golden Reapers jumped joyfully, celebrating together.

Wait, where did the argument go? Why has it suddenly turned into a festival atmosphere?

Unfortunately for the Hungry Ghost Reaper, the winner declared it was not their younger brother but decided its role would be “snack.”

Still, is it really appropriate as a snack?

It looked way too jelly-like, eerily resembling its previous state before death.

Apart from the missing halo, it seemed almost identical to the Hungry Ghost Reaper I fought earlier.

Usually, when reborn in the Mini Reaper Garden, reapers transform into cookie material, significantly altering their appearance. Yet, the Hungry Ghost Reaper retained its white, soft look.

Lying down peacefully, the Hungry Ghost Reaper wore a satisfied smile.

I swung my fist in the air, waiting for it to awaken so I could fulfill its final wish.

“To punch the Hungry Ghost Reaper’s head repeatedly!”

It felt cathartic imagining smashing the face of the annoying creature whose attacks kept missing.

Shiver.

As the Hungry Ghost Reaper slowly opened its eyes, I clenched my fist and swung at it.

A small revenge for hurting the Mini Reapers mixed with 99 spoons of sheer punching desire.

Hehe.

Without wiping the smile that naturally formed on my face, I struck the slightly opened eyes of the awakening Hungry Ghost Reaper.

Its head felt squishy and bouncy, repelling my punch softly.

This texture… It’s coconut jelly!

Surprisingly, hitting jelly wasn’t unpleasant.

Ding-dong!

Despite continuous punches, the Hungry Ghost Reaper kept smiling happily.

During fights, it seemed burdened by all the world’s hardships, but now it wore the happiest expression possible.

No matter how much I hit, it just looked enjoyable, making it less fun.

It should cry “Geeheehee!” and wear an aggrieved look to make things interesting!

Eventually, I stopped punching and instead embraced it tightly, sucking on its cheeks.

Even though I ate it, the Hungry Ghost Reaper kept smiling blissfully.

Why is it so happy?

While enjoying the squishy coconut jelly, I kept pondering but couldn’t find an answer.

Annoyingly, the coconut jelly tasted really good.

***

Returning to the room where the Blue Girl lay, I brought along the Shadow-like Hungry Ghost Reaper that had stuck to me like glue.

Though I hadn’t intended to bring it, the Hungry Ghost Reaper happily trailed behind me.

Carrying several Mini Reapers in its arms, the Hungry Ghost Reaper fed them bits of its own fingers with a kind smile, gaining immense popularity among the Mini Reapers.

[Kind Snack Mom Golem!] The Blue Reaper called it that first, and soon everyone followed suit.

Occasionally glancing at me, it seemed to ask for kindness in feeding too, but I deliberately avoided eye contact.

Back in the Blue Girl’s room, unlike before, it was now packed with Mini Reapers.

Apparently, all the Mini Reapers had gathered here, curiously observing the Blue Girl.

“Mom?”

For some reason, the Mini Reapers seemed to view me and the Blue Girl as similar or even the same entity.

Although unclear why, I often felt a strange sense of sameness when looking at the Blue Girl despite recognizing her as someone else.

Of course, not all Mini Reapers shared this perception; the Black Reaper showed little interest amidst others’ curiosity.

After leisurely inspecting the Blue Girl’s corpse, I moved the bed entirely to the garden out of personal preference rather than necessity.

Thinking logically, leaving her alone wouldn’t have mattered, but moving her felt better emotionally.

The thought of the Blue Girl being discovered, taken to the research institute, and becoming a study subject irked me strangely.

Maybe because she resembled me in bizarre ways.

Placing the Blue Girl in the garden, I slowly wandered back through the workshop.

There, I found numerous lead dolls that looked exactly like me—far more detailed 1:1 scale figures than the ones sold at Sehee Research Institute.

Since they weren’t Objects, most Mini Reapers paid little attention, except for a few who merely observed them nearby.

Though not particularly valuable, I thought Yerin or Sehee might like them as gifts, so I carried them to the garden.

While contemplating moving intriguing items to the garden one by one, a Golden Reaper approached excitedly.

“Present!”

The Golden Reaper hopped around, presenting a bottle containing a rainbow-colored liquid.

Inside the bottle, a beautifully glowing liquid sparkled, with countless crystals clustering and dispersing continuously.

It looked like round crystal balls sometimes, other times like star-shaped candies.

The more I stared, the more appetizing it seemed, just as the Golden Reaper had claimed.

Rationally, such a flashy liquid shouldn’t taste good, yet it oddly did.

“Want to share?”

At my inquiry, interested Golden Reapers gathered around, opening their mouths like baby birds.

Their cute behavior reminded me of baby birds waiting to be fed, so I gently patted their heads.

Breaking the complex seal on the bottle, I took the first sip.

Savoring the liquid in my mouth, it was soft and subtly fragrant, incredibly sweet.

Is it delicious?

Looking at the Golden Reapers gleaming with anticipation, I conveyed my approval.

“This is amazing.”

Silently cheering “Wow!” with their expressions, the Golden Reapers jubilantly raised their hands.

They eagerly opened their mouths, waiting like baby birds for food.

After raising their hopes,

I left only the intention that they’d have to catch me to taste it and fled to the Mini Reaper Garden.

Hehe.

***

A luxurious sedan boasting a large size slowly approached the vicinity of Sehee Research Institute.

“It doesn’t feel like much time has passed, yet it seems like it’s been ages.”

Leisurely seated in the backseat, James gazed at the distant Sehee Research Institute and muttered quietly.

In his hand was a large document with a prominent title.

[James Tower, Korea Construction Plan.]

After setting the report aside, James inquired of his secretary.

“How’s the tower construction preparation coming along?”

“Perfect. We’ve already purchased land near Songpa District and begun preparations.”

“Excellent.”

Quietly adding, “Someone in America needs to stay close to the Gray Reaper,” James took a sip of the beverage provided inside the vehicle.

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