Chapter 245

Without singing any lyrics, just humming a melody, but the exhausted Seoah fell asleep instantly upon hearing the Sprout Reaper’s song.

‘Goodnight.’

Then the Sprout Reaper wore not their usual mischievous smile, but a gentle one that seemed almost happy.

While wishing for the deep sleep of their Attached Human, the Sprout Reaper also stuck to Seoah’s cheek and closed their eyes.

“Ugh, no.”

But had the stress at the research institute been too much lately?

Seoah’s furrowed brow in slumber twisted as if caught in a nightmare, and groans of pain escaped her lips.

‘!’

Upon seeing this, the Sprout Reaper stood their sprout upright with worry etched on their face.

And for the sake of their Attached Human’s peaceful sleep, the Sprout Reaper entered Seoah’s dream.

***

Seoah was dreaming about the Sehee Research Institute having nightmares.

“No! No!”

Missing reports.

Fire incidents within the facility.

Embezzlement of research funds.

Object escapes.

Loss of recorded CCTV footage.

Sudden Object relocation orders from the Association, and so on.

No matter how much work Seoah did, problems kept popping up in this terrible dream.

Every employee reporting was none other than Researcher Yerin Oh.

In fact, all the practical workers in the institute were Yerin.

And every person Seoah had to report to had turned into Director Lee Sehee.

Whenever she checked the Gray Reaper Isolation Room, dozens of Yerins lay around eating snacks and stealing salaries, and whenever she went to report, the director’s office was always empty.

As Seoah glumly looked over the reports in this chaotic institute, a huge tremor shook the building, and a giant tree shot up beyond the windows.

A massive tree with gold and blue swirling around it.

The moment that tree rose, the institute began functioning properly.

Every character in the dream transformed into the Sprout Reaper.

These Sprout Reapers were incredibly competent, making everything run smoothly without any effort.

Thus, Seoah could finally enjoy a vacation she’d never experienced in real life, even in her dreams.

In the mornings, she would stroll on clouds with a Sprout Reaper perched on her shoulder.

The Sprout Reaper gently held onto Seoah’s hair, looking content.

In the mornings, they built sandcastles by the sea.

The Sprout Reaper gathered seashells to decorate the castle.

At lunchtime, they enjoyed a picnic in the forest.

When Seoah unpacked the bento, the Sprout Reaper happily bit into a sandwich.

At sunset, Seoah and the Sprout Reaper lay in a field watching the sky turn orange.

Seoah tightly hugged the Sprout Reaper in her arms and smiled happily.

At night, under the starlight, the Sprout Reaper sang lullabies to Seoah.

It felt like a signal that it was time to say goodbye.

“Aah, I’m so happy.”

Surrounded by countless Sprout Reapers in a dream house no one else could find, Seoah smiled blissfully.

As Seoah slept in her dream, the Sprout Reaper turned their gaze towards the void.

There, a massive tree flickering with gold and blue light came into view.

‘Mom is calling.’

At that moment, the Sprout Reapers disappeared from Seoah’s dream, beginning their departure somewhere.

***

The severed head was easily reattached using firewood.

“Hmm.”

But I sighed regretfully as I caressed my neck.

A scar remained.

Though the firewood healed burns cleanly, perhaps because it was a wound inflicted by a high-ranking Object, a scar was left behind.

How disappointing to leave such a big scar on the cute interdimensional Yerin.

Still, since this is a dream representing the past, it doesn’t really matter, right?

I stopped caressing my neck and carefully observed the Object standing before me.

It looked nothing like the terrifying figure reflected in the mirror.

A colossal creature cloaked entirely in a mantle, wielding an enormous scythe, with a long skewer instead of a head.

That skewer had the horrifying head reflected in the mirror impaled on it.

That head was a crude yet grotesque sculpture made by stitching together pieces of human corpses.

Is this Object projecting the horrifying face into the mirror?

Even though it saw me instantly reattach my neck, the monster cutting it off seemed quite confident.

Well, it makes sense.

With its powerful offensive capabilities and being undetectable even by Yerin’s “eye,” which uses her body.

It seems to vanish into the air and ambush those distracted by mirrors.

“Gu… Are you okay?”

The Blue Girl ran over with a blazing white sword, fretting over my neck area.

She fidgeted as if her own neck had been cut, and her expression grew even more sorrowful upon seeing my scar.

The man who was the Blue Girl’s master stood protectively beside her, his fists encircled with white flames.

“I’m fine.”

I softly said I was alright and slowly stepped forward.

Even after gathering plenty of firewood and extending my hand, the Mini Reaper Garden didn’t appear.

‘Can’t summon the garden. But I can still do Spatial Cuts.’

Calling forth loads of Golden Reapers would’ve been convenient, but it’s fine even without them.

As I stepped forward, a laugh escaped the monster with the skewer head.

A creepy, spine-chilling sound, like many ghosts laughing.

The sound of countless heads hidden beneath the cloak laughing.

It was as if they were mocking, ‘You’ll become one of us too.’

The monster extended its corpse-like, elongated fingers and pointed at my head.

The gesture felt like it intended to grotesquely decorate and skewer my head.

This is inconvenient now that I’m using this interdimensional Yerin’s body.

Strong Objects don’t fear me anymore.

But once I show my power, things will change, right?

Just how long can you remain so confident?

I used the “eye” to observe the Object that recklessly revealed itself.

[Find and destroy the true head.]

In front of my golden-flaming eyes, the destruction condition appeared.

***

‘This is bad.’

The master of the Blue Girl clenched both fists tightly and thought.

‘That Magical Book is one humans shouldn’t meddle with.’

The Magical Book with a skewer for a head acted as if it had already won, as if it had already captured the man’s group.

It was justified.

After all, it effortlessly penetrated the alchemy of his disciple.

If the disciple, born to perform perfect alchemy, could only go this far, then normal humans wouldn’t stand a chance.

Swish.

The Magical Book began advancing, slowly cutting the floor with its blood-dripping scythe.

It approached like a harbinger of despair.

At that moment, the Girl in Black and White Clothes started stepping forward confidently.

A mysterious girl.

No, a disquieting girl.

Had it not been for the prophecy of the disciple, he would have never wanted to be around her.

Even when she was first noticed, her existence wasn’t properly recognized.

Even after becoming aware of her presence, she was only clearly noticeable during direct interactions or actions; otherwise, she slipped out of consciousness as if her very existence should fade away.

Well, someone who can regenerate a severed neck instantly isn’t exactly ordinary, right?

Then, breaking the man’s thoughts, golden flames suddenly erupted from the eyes of the Girl in Black and White Clothes.

“!”

It felt as if a colossal entity had descended upon the land.

“Kieeeeeeek!”

At that moment, the monster with the skewer head screamed and began fleeing, wildly throwing the heads it had collected in its cloak.

As if terrified by something unspeakable.

However, the skewer-headed Magical Book couldn’t escape properly and soon began burning fiercely in golden flames.

The golden flames stretching from the Girl in Black and White Clothes were incinerating the grotesquely twisted heads.

What on earth did that Magical Book see to be so utterly terrified?

Looking back, the disciple’s complexion had also grown significantly pale.

***

In the depths of the city under the purple moon, at the temple.

A sinister smell of petroleum heavily permeated the air.

Once called purple gems, the large purple pool resembling obsidian had decayed and turned black.

And the numerous purple hermit crabs living within were rotting black and dying.

“Haha, just as Master said, isn’t it?”

“It works even on the moon!”

“So the moon is just another Magical Book, huh?”

Around it, extravagantly dressed alchemists excitedly gazed down at the decaying pool.

Crack.

Inside the temple located underground, the grand purple crystal that floated and illuminated the space gradually developed cracks and began to shatter.

As if the purple moon itself were screaming.

To the alchemists, it sounded like the sweet scream of a Magical Book.

An empathic wave reached them.

[Why have you done such a thing?]

The once brilliant intelligence of the purple moon’s empathic waves was fragmented and difficult to understand.

At this, the alchemists intoxicated with madness raised their heads high and shouted.

“We shall stand alone! You are not gods but merely Magical Books!”

“We don’t need gods like you!”

[…]

After a brief silence, an empathic wave filled with slight disdain reached them.

[Small, weak, and foolish humans. You always make the same mistakes.]

This time, it was a very clear empathic wave, but the purple light of the crystal was fading as if burning its last ounce of life.

[I shall reveal the name of the forgotten god to you.]

[Humans must now bear the consequences of their own mistakes.]

At that moment, an eerie purple light began shining across the entire city.

A bizarre light that no wall or ceiling could block.

And those touched by that light bore indelible burn marks on their bodies.

It was the forgotten name of the god, branded onto everyone.

***

The moment the purple light bathed the city.

The instant the erased name of the god was revealed.

Thick clouds began spreading across the sky.

A dark, ominous cloud that obscured even the purple moon.

Thunder roared and lightning struck, fierce winds tearing through the buildings.

And within that darkness, a colossal silhouette emerged.

A truly gigantic monster’s hand began descending toward the city center.

The Magical Book that Killed God.

The appearance of the Object, ‘Nameless.’

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