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A warm energy enveloped my entire body.

It was truly a comfortable and happy sensation.

The Golden Reaper opened its eyes amidst that warm energy.

As I opened my eyes, I saw Mom, expressionless, looking around.

And beyond her, the ominous light of the Yellow Full Moon rose up.

The moment I laid eyes on that ominous moon, the Golden Reaper could remember where it was.

I wonder if the Attached Human is okay?

As the Golden Reaper raised its body on Mom’s palm, it looked around.

Then, it spotted the Attached Human sitting on the floor, looking a bit dazed.

Hehe, what a strange expression.

Confirming the safety of the Attached Human, the Golden Reaper began to check its own body.

Sure enough, every part was ragged, but it had all been fixed.

Mom is amazing!

I can now slice through space, but how much training would it take to become as incredible as Mom?

No matter how I thought about it, it still felt like a distant dream.

As the Golden Reaper looked at Mom with eyes that beheld its newly acquired ‘space,’ it felt that truth even more keenly.

The amount of firewood was unfathomable compared to itself.

And the presence that distorted space just by existing.

Mom possessed immense power that was hard to even compare with the Mini Reapers.

Instead of feeling intimidated by that sight, the Golden Reaper clenched its fists tightly and made a vow.

“I will become stronger than Mom someday and protect her!”

Mom was strong, but from the Golden Reaper’s perspective, she seemed a little unreliable.

Mom couldn’t even hold herself steady and lost every time they had a small spar.

As these thoughts crossed its mind, the Golden Reaper, whose body had regained its condition, jumped down from Mom’s palm and started to look around slowly.

As the Golden Reaper surveyed the area, it found that Mom’s surroundings were surprisingly calm, almost unimaginable in the heart of enemy territory.

The reason was that its siblings were causing chaos in every direction.

The Blue Younger Brother, who always hid away, was happily weaving strings in the air.

“The strongest Mom Golem punch in the world!”

“Punch!”

The Giant Mother Golem was swinging punches at the physically immune murderers alongside the Giant Black Reaper, sending them flying.

While it couldn’t deal damage due to physical immunity, they couldn’t withstand the massive weight of the punches and were forced to retreat into a corner alley.

And as the murderers huddled together in one place, the Golden Younger Siblings rained down upon them like waterfalls.

Then, the murderers all died, each with a hole shaped like a Golden Younger Sibling.

“Revenge of the 1st Sword!”

The four heroes selected through the competition gripped their lightsabers, dashing around the corners of the alley, chopping up the murderers.

The Red Younger Brother was lying on the ground with a glum expression, unlike the other siblings.

It seemed like they felt powerless against an opponent with physical immunity.

The Red Younger Brother lacked overlapping or massive weight.

As the Golden Reaper approached, thinking that maybe it could teach some sword skills to help the Red Younger Brother, it saw Mom leaning down to whisper something to the Red Younger Brother.

Could there be something Mom had to teach?

I absolutely think not, but maybe she’s comforting them?

Curious about what on earth she was saying, the Golden Reaper moved closer and saw that Mom was softly breathing some strange will into the Red Younger Brother’s hands filled with a scythe and a hammer, making them cross their arms.

“Those who cannot break physical immunity, unite!”

“This is our final struggle, so everyone unite!”

Mom spoke those incomprehensible words while helping the Red Younger Brother cross his weapons.

The Golden Reaper didn’t really understand what Mom was saying, but it certainly looked like some silly prank, so it dashed over and headbutted Mom’s belly.

*

Not long ago, the Golden Reaper, who had been collapsed, quickly regained its senses and stood up.

“Thank goodness.”

The student thought to themselves, startled.

Worrying about an object!

The student recalled the common sense that it was dangerous for friendly objects toward humans, but then chuckled and shrugged it off.

They should have died multiple times already, but managing to survive thanks to the Golden Reaper felt a bit funny.

“The Golden Reaper is so harmless and devoted, it should be fine to not think of it like a regular object…”

Grounded once again, the Golden Reaper started to roam around, then suddenly bumped into the Gray Reaper.

“!”

And the Gray Reaper and the Golden Reaper started to tussle with tiny fists.

Why on earth are they doing that?

The student, sitting in the alley, keenly observed the Reapers’ actions, but found it hard to understand many aspects of it.

They wandered around with joyful expressions for no reason or seemed to communicate just through eye contact.

The hardest to understand was the Gray Reaper, who, for no reason, would trip the Mini Reapers and looked like it wouldn’t stay still unless it was messing around.

The sudden attack by the Golden Reaper was equally perplexing.

Attacking the Gray Reaper as it appeared to be comforting the seemingly worn-out Red Reaper!

Moreover, challenging the Gray Reaper, who easily tore through space, seemed quite reckless.

Tussle tussle.

However, surprisingly, the winner of the fight, which consisted solely of punches, was the Golden Reaper.

The Gray Reaper lay down beside the Red Reaper with a somewhat sad expression.

The Golden Reaper raised its hands high, savoring the joy of victory.

It somehow looked like it was crying out, “Mom is weak!”

Then, the Golden Reaper turned toward the student and beamed a bright smile.

That smile seemed to genuinely reflect joyful emotions, and the student couldn’t help but smile back.

*

After being defeated by the Golden Reaper, I lay beside the Red Reaper.

I just can’t win…

The 1st Sword of the Golden Reaper truly fought well.

Even as a beginner in combat like me, it was clear that it was on a different level from the ordinary Golden Reapers.

While other Golden Reapers dodged my punches skillfully, the 1st Sword effortlessly deflected my fist with its tiny palm.

Every time the 1st Sword nudged my fist, I lost my balance and tumbled across the alley floor.

How can a human evade a giant’s descending fist?

It simply didn’t make sense physically.

There must have been something object-like at play.

With a feeling of emptiness, I muttered, “Gray Reapers of the world, unite,” and the Red Reaper turned to me, chuckling to itself.

“Mom is weak!”

The Red Reaper seemed down because it lacked suitable offensive means against physical immunity, but I was glad it regained its spirits.

Rising beside the joyfully laughing Red Reaper, I looked up at the sky.

It seemed like the Mini Reapers must have sliced up at least ten thousand objects, yet the presence of the Yellow Moon still stood strong, just slightly diminished.

If they had sliced this much, the Mini Reapers must have avenged the injured 1st Sword sufficiently.

Looking up at the disproportionately large Yellow Moon, I checked the destruction conditions.

“Prevent casualties during the night of madness for a week.”

Hmm.

The night of madness must refer to the night when that yellow moon rises.

So, it seems I need to ensure that no one dies under the Yellow Moon for a week.

It was a more bothersome condition than expected.

Staying in Mapo District for a week while taking down those physically immune objects.

I felt angry for no reason and spat at the Yellow Moon.

The Black Sphere cleanly swallowed the Yellow Moon, but in the end, the Yellow Moon appeared again, looking completely fine in the sky.

That won’t do.

It seems I must fulfill the conditions after all.

*

The early morning sunlight shone through the curtains of the dark room.

Along with it came the chirping of sparrows and a delicious scent.

The student, waking from sleep, should have gotten up but was too tired, pulling the blanket close and trying to fall asleep again.

But as the blanket was pulled, a loud slap echoed against the cheek.

Smack smack.

The Golden Reaper was relentlessly slapping the student’s cheek with its small palm.

“Okay, I’m getting up.”

As the student rubbed their eyes and got up, the Golden Reaper placed its hands on its hips, looking as if to say, “Hurry up and get ready!”

Stepping out of bed, a slightly chilling temperature could be felt.

As the student lumbered out of the room, the Golden Reaper jumped onto their shoulder and patted their cheek like it was rewarding them.

Upon entering the living room, the student’s parents were already awake, with a Golden Reaper perched on each of their shoulders.

The Golden Reapers smiled brightly at the student and waved their hands in greeting, raising one hand high.

Three days had passed since the Yellow Full Moon rose and the female student attacked.

At first, thoughts crossed my mind, like, “Could all those who died and revived in heaps possibly be dead?” but in the end, nothing happened.

Perhaps it was all just illusions created by the full moon.

After three days, daily life in Mapo District had completely changed.

Whether it was due to the capriciousness of the Gray Reaper or for some other reason, Golden Reapers had spread throughout every nook and cranny of Mapo, attending to every human one-on-one.

At first, some people resisted, but eventually, everyone was completely enchanted by the charm of the cute Golden Reaper.

Thus, Mapo District became an object self-sustaining region filled with Golden Reapers.