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In contrast to the scary Senior Jungloe with plenty of work in the office, the Isolation Room is filled with fun things to do with the Cute Reaper.

But even while I was gently massaging the warm, squishy belly of the Reaper as usual, it seemed like the mood was off, and I wasn’t having as much fun as usual.

Is there something worrying it?

Even the pudding it usually loved was simply being shoved into its mouth mechanically instead of enjoyed, and no matter how much I massaged its soft arms and legs, there was no response.

If it were the usual, just a little massage would have made its expression go all mushy, and it would have dozed off!

The antenna that usually swayed back and forth was drooping like a wilted orchid.

Even the Black Reaper seemed to notice this and brought back a White Hungry Ghost with a worried expression.

Kyu-hyung-hyung.

The cute cry of the White Hungry Ghost, realizing its fate, sounded pitiful.

The Reaper tore off the White Hungry Ghost’s limbs and regained its spirit.

It stood up like a refreshed antenna and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The Reaper’s gone.

Now I was feeling down.

I wanted to play with the Reaper…

I hugged the limbless Cute Hungry Ghost and collapsed onto the bed.

Ugh, I don’t want to work.

Lying on my back and staring at the ceiling, the Black Reaper approached with a worried expression and patted my cheek.

It looked as if it were viewing a patient suffering from a serious illness.

The Reapers always became so flustered when I felt a bit glum; it was cute.

It didn’t seem like they reacted this way to others, but they must like me, right?

So I snatched up the worried-looking Black Reaper and hugged it tightly.

Though it had mischievous shark teeth, its personality resembled the cheerful Golden Reaper.

That was a surprising charm, making it all the more adorable.

As if it heard my thoughts, the Black Reaper’s limbs melted into a puddle and stuck to my hand like a glove, smiling broadly.

It was a warm and squishy Black Reaper glove.

With one hand, I enjoyed the soft texture of the Black Reaper-turned-glove, while with the other, I took a bite of the Leftover White Hungry Ghost.

I hope the Reaper comes back quickly this time.

*

As I teleported, my vision cleared, revealing a vast sky.

Below was a sea of clouds, and above, the intensely blazing sun shone brightly.

Ah, it’s the sky.

Teleporting towards the Orange Reaper, I began to fall freely from the wide sky.

The Orange Reaper, surprised by my sudden appearance, quickly grabbed my hand, but its strength couldn’t pull me up.

Am I going to collide with the ground alongside the Orange Reaper?

Just as I thought this, something fluffy caught me, lifting me gently into the air.

It was a Cloud Whale made of cotton candy.

The Orange Reaper looked like it had just regained ten years of its life, calming down its surprised expression.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

I picked up the fluffy Orange Reaper and began to stroke it slowly.

The Mini Reapers, except for the Black Reaper, all seemed to lack strength; was it because I lacked muscle?

The Black Reaper could transform into a large assembly, so surely it could easily lift me.

The Cloud Whale gradually moved me and the Orange Reaper closer to the ground, then flew up into the sky again.

How nice. Flying.

I want to try being an Angel Reaper with wings, but no matter how many bird-like objects I defeat, I probably won’t get wings.

Flap flap.

While lost in various thoughts, I walked slowly towards where I sensed the Blue Reaper’s presence.

The Orange Reaper excitedly flew behind me, intrigued.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t really hung out with the newly formed kids much.

I lifted the excited Orange Reaper and placed it on my head.

The Orange Reaper seemed to like my antennae, quickly pulling itself into my fluffy hair, hugging tightly.

As I got closer, I could see a dreadful building leaking terrible emotions.

Is this where they say they’re torturing people in a cult?

Climbing up a nearby building to take a look, the Blue Reapers were gathered on a rooftop exuding pain and despair, unsure of what to do.

“Humans are suffering!”

“What should we do?”

That seemed to be the kind of atmosphere.

Then, with determined expressions, they started going down into the building.

It was the start of an adventure to rescue Attached Humans and suffering people.

And I began to stealthily follow the Blue Reaper with ghosting, maintaining a slight time interval behind.

*

While the Golden Reaper attracted the attention of the Association employees wandering the village, Rachel was able to sneak into her parents’ home.

A dark, empty house.

It felt like her father might rise from the rocking chair in the garden to greet her, and her mother could appear at the front door.

And inside, her brother in a wheelchair would have welcomed her with a bright smile.

But the home she entered was desolate and cold.

“There must be a clue.”

Rachel vowed quietly and started to slowly explore the deserted house.

In truth, leaving it to the Association might have been the right answer.

However, Rachel didn’t want to just wait idly in a corner.

She felt anxious.

The Association was excellent, but it wasn’t perfect enough that no victims would come out.

If there was even the slightest chance of saving her family, she didn’t want to give up.

After a few minutes of searching, relying on the weak light of the returning Golden Reaper, she found a letter sent by the cult called ‘Eye of the Eye.’

The cult leader preached about immortality and eternal life.

The back of the flyer, which had the cliché phrases about blind people opening their eyes and the crippled walking again, was marked with a map and location.

“I found it.”

Excited to find a clue, Rachel expressed her joy in a small voice.

The Golden Reaper bounced around happily as well.

Rachel carefully tucked the Golden Reaper into her clothing to prevent any light from escaping, and slowly made her way out of the village.

As soon as she noticed the Golden Reaper jumping around saying, “Watch over me!” it seemed like heavily armed vehicles and people began arriving.

Fortunately, perhaps due to the many newly arrived individuals, Rachel was able to escape through the nearby forest amidst the chaos.

“Let’s hurry. Our family might be in danger.”

Seeing the Association react so swiftly, this cult seemed unusual.

Rachel swallowed her worries and drove towards the location marked on the map.

*

The Blue Reapers began to quietly advance into the hidden cave beneath the empty building.

It was an entrance thoroughly concealed, but the intense emotions flowing out allowed the Blue Reapers to easily locate it.

As they went further in, the emotions grew stronger.

And the Blue Reapers became increasingly sorrowful.

“Why are they tormenting humans?”

“I hate it.”

The Blue Reaper, flying slowly on a broom, was startled and fell from mid-air.

It nervously looked around, wearing a perplexed expression.

Both sides of the cave corridor were filled with makeshift prisons.

Inside, people with broken bones lay scattered, groaning in pain.

“Don’t be in pain, please.”

“Please heal all the hurt places.”

The Blue Reaper began to heal the people, continuously shedding tears as if pouring out all the liquid that made up its body.

And the Blue Reaper, having lost its Attached Human, moved deeper into the cave, staggering with an exceptionally pale expression.

As strings broke apart in the air, fresh fragrances began to swirl in the dank cave, awakening a fainted Security Room Employee.

‘The Blue Reaper has come.’

The employee clenched his teeth and began to crawl towards the refreshing aura of the Blue Reaper.

The prison wasn’t locked.

Perhaps they thought that in a state where every bone in their body was shattered, escaping was futile.

They could have just laid there waiting, but the employee crawled, determined.

So that the Blue Reaper would notice him faster.

As if in response to the employee’s hopes, he crawled, sweating profusely, and eventually reached the Blue Reaper.

The Blue Reaper, seeing the figure of its Attached Human, gasped in surprise and clung to the employee’s head, wailing.

“Don’t be in pain, please.”

“Don’t ever do this again.”

“It’s okay. Just rest a little and you’ll be fine. Don’t cry.”

The employee comforted the Blue Reaper with a hoarse voice from shouting too much.

He wanted to pet it, but his hands wouldn’t move properly.

While weeping, the Blue Reaper lightly tapped its fist on the employee’s head.

Though he wanted to strike back harder and keep it from doing that, he lightly tapped, worried it might hurt.

Perhaps thanks to the Blue Reaper’s magic, the employee’s hand slowly stretched out and gently touched the Blue Reaper’s head.

At that, the Blue Reaper cried even more, as if overwhelmed by its feelings.

*

I watched the Blue Reaper crying profusely from within the dirt wall, using ghosting to hide.

The Orange Reaper, disguising itself by smearing dirt in its hair, attached itself to the ceiling, pretending to be a dirt wall.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no dangerous occurrences so far.

Just when I thought, ‘Shall we slowly head back?’ a troubling figure appeared.

It looked human, but it wasn’t.

It resembled an object, but something felt off.

A middle-aged man in a flamboyant outfit, dramatically spreading his arms with a sad expression.

“Pain is a blessing and the path to immortality.”

At the sudden appearance of the man’s voice, the Blue Reaper stood protectively in front of the Security Room Employee, staring at him with a tense expression.

The Blue Reaper instantly realized that the middle-aged man was not human and was the being that tortured its Attached Human.

Not a human, yet tormenting humans?

He was the most hated enemy of the Mini Reapers.

“Ten needles made of water!”

Ten needles made of water shot out rapidly towards the middle-aged man.

“Gah!”

But the man casually swiped his hand, deflecting all the needles.

I silently clapped my hands, much like a magic show.

Those water needles must have at least the power of arrows, yet he just blocked them barehanded.

Waiting for the self-assured man with his hand confidently sent out, the Blue Reapers had gathered ten in total, with a thousand water needles ready.

“A thousand needles made of water!”

With a self-assured expression, the Blue Reaper swung its broom, launching the needles.

“Gah!”

Facing the oncoming barrage of water needles, the man let out another battle cry and swirled his arms in a fluid motion.

His fists were clenched, loose, and flowing like water.

Could he really block that too?

I watched with mixed feelings of worry and anticipation.

But the man was soon pierced all over with water needles like a hedgehog and became a corpse.