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In a dimly lit room, the gentle fragrance of dried herbs permeated the air.

From the winding flasks to the glass bottles filled with mysteriously glowing liquids.

It truly felt like the workshop of an alchemist, where a soft golden light flickered.

On a neatly cleared table, something golden was bouncing around, trying to express something.

There were five heroes who were the best at wielding swords among the Golden Reapers.

The Gray Reaper, having used and broken a large Light Sword, and the 1st Sword had placed a small broken Light Sword on the table, gesturing and signaling as if trying to explain something.

Listening to the Golden Reapers was a tattoo-covered Alchemist Woman.

Dressed in full alchemist attire, she even wore the Alchemist’s Sword.

“The small one seems okay, but the big one is completely ruined,”

the alchemist muttered as she examined the two broken Light Swords brought by the Golden Reapers.

The Light Sword for the Golden Reapers and the Light Sword for the Gray Reaper appeared to be damaged in a similar manner, but they were completely different.

The small one had simply operated for too long and reached its lifespan, while the large one had excessive output and its insides were completely melted away.

‘The Gray Reaper’s output is more incredible than I expected. Is there really a magical book that can exist like this?’

The alchemist was in awe as she disassembled the Gray Reaper’s broken Light Sword, which had broken in an unpredictable manner, repeatedly marveling at what she found.

She had never seen such a powerful magical book before her death.

After disassembling the small Light Sword, she managed to fix it just by replacing a few parts and reassembling it.

The 1st Sword of the Golden Reaper received the repaired sword, created a sword blade made of light, and swung it through the air once before erasing the sword blade and smiling in satisfaction.

“This will take a little time to repair. I need to go to Seoul Forest to gather some materials.”

The Golden Reapers didn’t fully understand that, but perhaps they got the gist that it couldn’t be repaired immediately, as their expressions drooped slightly.

‘Mom’s sword, can’t you fix it?’

The brightly glowing firewood’s light seemed to dim slightly, flickering in a depressed rhythm.

Despite taking the medication to prevent mental pollution, the alchemist absently stroked the Golden Reaper’s head in response to the atmosphere and expression.

Normally, she would have taken out more anti-pollution medication, but right now, she was half giving up.

Cute things remain cute, after all.

‘I should start gathering the materials for the suppressants, so I’ll take the opportunity to go.’

The alchemist gazed towards the north, where Seoul Forest closely resembled her hometown’s woodland.

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Thud. Thud. Thud.

In the quiet Mini Reaper Garden, heavy footsteps echoed.

A gigantic glowing Tyrannosaurus was striding around, carrying a bunch of Mini Reapers on its back.

‘Everyone loves the Tyrannosaurus!’

I watched it, feeling quite pleased.

The Mini Reapers riding the Tyrannosaurus were waving their hands energetically, as if expressing their presence.

‘Mom!’

Every time I saw the Mini Reapers burst with joy while gazing at me, a tiny doubt crept into my mind.

Maybe they don’t actually like the Tyrannosaurus, but just like it when I watch them closely because they are riding it?

Nah, no way.

Of course, they’d love the Tyrannosaurus.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to shake off the ominous thought.

Thud thud.

Leaving the kids playing on the Tyrannosaurus behind, I began to wander the Mini Reaper Garden.

I hoped to find something new and fun…

Should I play hide and seek with the hungry ghosts?

I can always summon the white hungry ghost, but it feels more fun to find it myself.

Attacking a lazy hungry ghost that was relaxing had a special kind of thrill.

Or maybe I could use the halo to create a gruesomely dead Gray Reaper corpse and place it in the isolation room?

Yerin would be incredibly surprised, hehe.

Just as I was imagining various pranks while strolling in the garden, an extremely unfamiliar scene unfolded before my eyes.

‘Gah!’

A Golden Reaper lay sprawled on the floor, screaming as if it had just lost.

And around the fallen Golden Reaper, many other Golden Reapers were sprawled out in the same position.

Usually, winning against Golden Reapers in a game involves the same Golden Reapers or Black Reapers, but this time it was oddly an Orange Reaper.

‘Do I feel like giggling?’

The Orange Reaper, with its eyes closed and a gentle smile, seemed to embody the dignity of a strong one.

Among the gathering Golden Reapers, another Golden Reaper confidently challenged the Orange Reaper.

As a challenger emerged, the Orange Reaper and the Golden Reaper began to stack oddly shaped wooden pieces on an unstable table.

The rules were simpler than expected.

Shake the table until ‘one’ wooden piece falls.

To facilitate that, the table had been made to shake quite easily.

Of course, if more than two pieces fall, it’s an automatic loss!

It was a game of high difficulty that I didn’t even dare to attempt.

As the match began, the Golden Reaper started to poke and shake the table with an intense focus that was quite rare.

And with astounding sharpness and precise agility, the Golden Reaper succeeded in shaking the table enough to cause one wooden piece to fall.

“Oh, amazing!”

I clapped quietly in amazement, making sure the Mini Reapers didn’t notice.

If the Golden Reaper was that good, how brilliant must the Orange Reaper be?

With that thought in mind, I watched as the Orange Reaper took its turn.

Then, with a softly smiling expression, the Orange Reaper gently poked the table, causing the table to vibrate intricately before ‘pop’—one wooden piece fell off.

That’s cheating!

The Golden Reapers seemed unaware, but just now, the Orange Reaper had used its ability.

It was the ability to manipulate probabilities.

Since I often used a similar ability, I figured it out in an instant.

My ability was different from Orange Moon’s probability manipulation as it guided the death of its target rather than as an object, but they were similar in the aspect of bending and manipulating probabilities.

The Golden Reapers were clearly being led astray.

Of course, that game could be one where both sides could use their abilities, but I had a hunch that it wasn’t.

After all, those who squint their eyes tend to be scheming!

I picked up one fallen Golden Reaper and whispered the truth.

‘The Orange Reaper is using its ability. It’s the ability to twist probabilities.’

‘There’s no way such a miraculous thing could happen solely because of physical abilities, right?’

‘It’s cheating!’

‘A revolution is needed.’

‘Arise, warriors of gold!’

Initially tilting its head in confusion, the Golden Reaper quickly understood and had a shocked expression.

‘How could they do such a thing!’ The Golden Reaper made a face as if bewildered and gathered its fallen comrades, starting a discussion with gestures.

Then, realizing the truth, the Golden Reapers surged together, surrounding the Orange Reaper and began scolding it.

‘You can’t cheat next time!’

But the Orange Reaper, after glancing around with eyes still closed, began to float up into the sky and fled.

‘!’

The Golden Reapers, stunned that their sibling was running away, froze for a moment and quickly understood the situation, gathering rapidly.

It was as if zombies were trying to climb over a wall as the densely packed Golden Reapers formed a tower rapidly, attempting to grab and pull down the Orange Reaper.

The Orange Reaper tried to escape with all its might, but its flight speed was slow and it didn’t have the strength to shake off the Golden Reapers.

Sure, a few of the Golden Reapers slid awkwardly on the not-so-slippery floor, but it was to no significant effect.

In the end, the captured Orange Reaper, with a pained expression, began to be scolded by the Golden Reaper holding its waist.

Watching that scene, I felt slightly disappointed.

I had expected the Golden Reapers to become the warriors of the revolution and beat up the Orange Reaper, but it just ended up in a scolding…

Sigh.

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Swish, swish.

Although in a ghostly state, the Golden Reaper was sneaking around the corners.

They were trying to keep their body hidden as much as possible while tailing.

But the men, whom I had expected would head straight to the evil object, instead spread out to various humans, spreading negative emotions.

“Hey, ahjussi. If you’ve borrowed money, you have to pay it back!”

The Golden Reaper watched as the men shouted loudly wherever they went and hammered things aggressively.

With each incident, sadness, resentment, and fear spread.

They were humans but were spreading sorrow and resentment everywhere like objects.

It seemed they were quite harmful humans, perhaps because they were the kind of people the Attached Humans despised.

‘Bad humans?’

The Golden Reaper was confused, having never seen such types before, tilting its small head.

They were bad humans, but there was no smell of blood.

What should I do?

The Golden Reaper pondered deeply with its little head but eventually gave up on the thought!

A meeting must be held in the Mini Reaper Garden!

The Golden Reaper thought this was the moment for a forum held on a podium made from the last remaining pudding.

If it could solve the immense problem of ‘which Golden Reaper to give the last pudding to,’ surely it could tackle this puzzle as well.

With that in thought, the Golden Reaper, feeling relieved, continued its tailing.

After wandering around and tormenting the humans for quite a while, the men finally got into a car and started driving somewhere.

And the Golden Reaper also quietly slipped into the car, then stealthily entered the glove box and released its ghostly form.

It was a dark and narrow passenger seat drawer, but somehow being hidden felt a bit joyful, and the Golden Reaper silently giggled.

‘I miss the Attached Human.’

Just as it had been hidden in the glove box for who knows how long, the bored Golden Reaper began to long for the Attached Human.

“Brother, is it true that Golden Reapers make money?” The man driving the car asked the one in the passenger seat.

“Of course, it won’t make any money. We don’t sell objects for money, so how could it? We merely give a bit of hope and take it when we succeed in isolation.”

Just as the man in the passenger seat commented on that, the car began to slow down, coming to a stop as they arrived at their destination.

“Finally, we’ve arrived. Let’s rest a bit before going to see Elder Snake.”

The man in the passenger seat reached for a cigarette, opening the glove box.

And upon discovering something unexpected in the drawer, his eyes widened in shock.

The golden glow pouring from the glove box.

‘Aha, gotcha!’ The Golden Reaper grinned mischievously.

The sudden encounter with a top-tier object left the man in the passenger seat startled, leaving him with no choice but to remain still.