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In a quaint little room, I was gazing at the Blue Girl when the Golden Reaper suddenly leaped onto my shoulder and bounced around excitedly.

The Golden Reaper, who had requested that I keep an eye on the Mini Reaper Garden, appeared to inform me that a ‘Hungry Ghost Reaper’ had shown up in the garden.

Upon hearing the news, I swiftly made my way to the Mini Reaper Garden.

As I arrived at the garden, which always exuded a sweet fragrance, I spotted a Hungry Ghost Reaper lying amid a crowd of Golden Reapers.

The Golden Reapers were looking at the lying Hungry Ghost Reaper, bumping into each other as they voiced differing opinions.

The crux of the debate was whether that Hungry Ghost Reaper was a ‘younger brother’ or not.

Since it looked similar and gave off a semblance of vibe, the Golden Reapers argued about the emergence of a large younger brother mk·2.

However, lacking firewood, they concluded it couldn’t be a younger brother.

It was a cute little squabble among the Golden Reapers debating two opposing viewpoints.

Even I found the Hungry Ghost Reaper to be somewhat ambiguous.

Judging by the absence of firewood, it was clearly not a Mini Reaper, but it felt like it had mimicked not only my essence but the vibe too.

The discussion, which seemed likely to drag on due to its lack of a clear answer, ended up wrapping up quicker than expected.

Realizing the issue couldn’t be resolved with their brief logic, the Golden Reapers gathered in a circle, electing representatives to face off.

What were they planning? Were they going to have a rap battle on the topic of ‘What is a younger brother?’

However, contrary to my expectations, the representatives facing each other began to bounce around and fight.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their unexpectedly manly dispute resolution method.

Thud! Thud!

With a serious expression, the always cheerful Golden Reaper delivered strikes, while dodging with flashy footwork.

The fierce brawl, where either side could emerge victorious, concluded when one Golden Reaper raised both hands in victory and yelled, ‘Hooray!’

Perhaps due to physical immunity, there was a simple rule that the side landing three clean hits could declare victory.

I found myself wondering, ‘Is it okay to have no referee?’ But upon reflective thought, it seemed fine given the honesty of the Golden Reapers.

Once one side won, all the Golden Reapers jumped up from their spots and bounced around in celebration.

Wait, where did the argument go? Suddenly, it felt like a festive atmosphere?

Unfortunately for the Hungry Ghost Reaper, the victor was the representative of the ‘Not a younger brother’ side.

The fate of the Hungry Ghost Reaper was decided as ‘a snack’ rather than a younger brother.

By the way, is it really a snack?

It looked incredibly plump and quite similar to its pre-death state.

Except for the missing halo, it bore no difference from the Hungry Ghost Reaper I had previously fought.

Normally, when resurrected in the Mini Reaper Garden, their material often shifts to resemble snacks, yet the Hungry Ghost Reaper maintained its white, squishy appearance both then and now.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper lay there, seemingly asleep, a satisfied smile gracing its face.

I swung my fist in the air, waiting for the Hungry Ghost Reaper to awaken.

Surely, it would fulfill the wish it had long held before dying.

‘Let’s smack the Hungry Ghost Reaper on the head!’

It would feel gratifying to throw punches at that nuisance that had consistently frustrated me.

The Hungry Ghost Reaper began to slowly open its eyes, looking rather dazed.

As soon as I saw it gaze blankly with a vacant expression, I clenched my fist and swung.

It was a scoop of revenge for hurting the Mini Reapers.

And, oddly, 99 spoons worth of desire to hit it.

Hehe.

With a smile I couldn’t help but wear, I struck the head of the now-alert Hungry Ghost Reaper.

Its head bounced back gently against my fist in a squishy sensation.

This feel… it’s coconut jelly!

And surprisingly, the sensation of hitting the jelly wasn’t bad at all.

Bounce! Bounce!

The Hungry Ghost Reaper, inexplicably happy, continued to grin through each hit.

When we fought, it felt like it was shouldering all the world’s burdens, yet now its expression resembled that of the happiest Hungry Ghost Reaper in existence.

Because it looked too joyful no matter how much I hit, it oddly felt less satisfying.

It should be whining ‘Kyu-hing-hing’ like a white Hungry Ghost with a pitiful expression to be entertaining!

Eventually, I stopped hitting it, scooped it up into my arms, and began to nibble on its cheek.

But the Hungry Ghost Reaper looked like it was enjoying the treatment, still smiling brightly.

What on earth is so delightful to it?

As I munched on the bouncy jelly, I continued to ponder, but I couldn’t figure it out.

Annoyingly, the coconut jelly was genuinely delicious.

*

With great stature, a luxurious sedan slowly began to approach near the Sehee Research Institute.

“It doesn’t seem that long ago, but it feels like ages,” James murmured to himself from the back seat, gazing at the distant Sehee Research Institute.

In his hand, he held a large piece of paper prominently featuring an oversized title.

[James Tower, South Korea Construction Plan.]

After casually setting down the report, James turned to his secretary for an update.

“How is the tower construction preparation coming along?”

“Perfectly. We are currently purchasing land near Songpa District and preparing for construction.”

“Good.”

Muttering to himself, ‘Someone in the United States needs to be by the Gray Reaper’s side,’ James took a sip from the drink provided inside the vehicle.