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In the deep place of the Mini Reaper Garden, Milk Bingsu Snowfield.

There, I was lifting up the White Hamster and observing it quietly.

Fluffy and snow-white fur.

Cheeks puffed up as if stuffed with something.

A long tail adorned with numerous fruits.

The fruits stuck in its tail sparkled with sugar coating, looking incredibly delicious.

‘That looks oddly delicious.’

Thinking that, I pulled one of the sugar-coated fruits from the hamster’s tail and ate it.

Om nom nom.

I popped the fruit into my mouth and chewed.

It was a round green grape, and surprisingly, it was very tasty.

Well, being a lump of sugar, it was naturally sweet.

I had assumed the fruit would be hard and shriveled from being covered in sugar, but it was moist and delicious.

If I had eaten this when I was human, I would have to prepare for a toothache.

However, having gained physical immunity, I could munch on all kinds of snacks without worrying about cavities.

No matter how hard the snacks were.

No matter how sweet and sticky they were!

Hehe.

As I began to gleefully pluck fruits from its tail, the hamster flailed its limbs as if it was shouting, ‘My precious fruits!’

Just seconds ago, it seemed terrified, but now it was resisting.

Seeing it struggling to the point of tears, the fruits must have been incredibly precious to the hamster.

As I continued to munch on the sugar-coated fruits relentlessly popping out of the hamster’s tail, a thought suddenly struck me.

A snowfield covered with snow.

A skewer to poke processed round things.

Those two things combined in my mind, recalling a certain object.

The wicked object that left a scar on Yerin’s neck!

It was the object I really wanted to meet when I confirmed through Yerin’s wounds that dreams were reality.

I really, really wanted to meet that object.

Though I was slow to remember since I was so absorbed in the hamster’s fruits, at least I finally remembered.

Hehe.

How should I torment the hamster to spread the rumor that I tormented it well?

Thinking that far, I could feel my mouth twitching at the thought of revenge.

Looking at my unusual expression, the hamster’s little eyes were filled with fear, reflecting my face.

On that face was truly an evil yet satisfied grin.

*

The hamster lay sprawled on the floor, its limbs missing.

“Ah, finally succeeded.”

I smiled satisfactorily as I looked at the scene.

It wasn’t just about cutting off the hamster’s limbs; I had nearly separated them by distorting space!

The limbs were still attached but felt like they were sprouting from elsewhere!

For someone like me, who always just smashed and tore apart when using space abilities, this was quite a tricky task.

But I left an indelible scar on Yerin, so I suppose I deserved this kind of punishment.

And then I began to deliberate what kinds of tricks to play on the hamster.

The first prank that came to mind was ‘Flamingo, Fire, and Prometheus.’

This prank involved binding the hamster and making a cross incision on its abdomen before simply calling forth a sugar flamingo.

Then the hamster would be punished like Prometheus, having its liver perpetually pecked out by the flamingo.

It was a ‘very educational’ prank based on mythology.

However, I thought the mini reapers would disapprove of such a prank, so I gave up.

After all, pranks should be tasty, like devouring or grilling the White Hungry Ghost.

In the end, I chose a suitable prank and began to create a large vending machine with a halo flipped over my head.

As soon as I donned the halo, I felt an uncomfortable pain, but it was for Yerin, so I endured it.

For the sake of revenge on Yerin’s scar!

The structure of the large vending machine was simple.

The hamster was bound inside, and the attendant inside the machine kept plucking the fruits from the hamster’s tail.

The attendant role was taken by the sugar flamingo.

Having escaped from the eternally burning punishment, the flamingo would diligently retrieve the hamster’s fruits.

Hehe.

The hamster was left with no choice but to endlessly lose its beloved sugar-coated fruits.

Thus, the vending machine that sold all sorts of sugar-coated fruits was completed.

*

At the construction site of James Tower located in a corner of Songpa District.

James was video calling a man appearing on the monitor screen.

[James, as you mentioned, we confirmed the complete obliteration of the Snowfield Moon in Russia.]

“Now, ‘that moment’ mentioned in Book 0 is right around the corner. We need to prepare thoroughly, as stated in Book 0.”

James said while tapping the thick book he was holding.

[Russia has also sensed the end of the object crisis and is sending people in. A lot of people have died. Currently, it seems over a million have already been confirmed dead.]

“That’s understandable. That vast area was completely consumed. Everyone inside must have perished.”

As he spoke, footage began to appear on the computer screen connected to the secured line.

The video showed Siberia, a pristine snowfield without anything but snow, and no hills or obstacles.

But from a certain moment, the snowfield began to change.

People fainted, sprawled on the snow, and scenes of abandoned cities frozen in time began to show up.

It was a scene where a snowfield, which looked painted, tragically transformed into reality.

[The seven-colored moon above is almost complete. The only thing left is the ‘Green Moon.’]

“Still haven’t located the Green Moon? I hope we can find it first this time….”

James looked out the window at the dim sky and the moon.

“Well, that’s just wishful thinking. By the way, how is the import of the spirit detector I requested coming along?”

As it was time to end the meeting that had already dragged on for an hour, James glanced at his wristwatch.

It was about the spirit detector requested by Sehee Research Institute.

[No, they say it’s entirely impossible to import it. It seems they are outright blocking customs for research institutes based in Korea.]

“What?”

Though the Korean Object Association always took actions I couldn’t understand, this time they were really doing something inexplicable.

“Hmm, it looks like I have no choice but to go there myself and offer it as a loan.”

James thanked them for the information, thinking, ‘This is going to be a hassle,’ and ended the call.

“I was planning to go soon, but now there’s a reason to go.”

James turned off the computer and looked towards Sehee Research Institute.

*

My home located in Sehee Research Institute, the Isolation Room.

I was lying in bed, eating pudding while watching TV.

And next to me, numerous Purple Reapers were gripping their hands tightly, focusing on the TV screen.

They were so engrossed that even if I poked their chubby cheeks, there was no reaction.

They probably couldn’t even understand the words, yet they could focus like this?

Could it be that they’re smarter than I thought?

Sometimes I got a chill thinking about how mini reapers could become smarter.

Surely becoming smarter wouldn’t turn them into Deviant Reapers, right?

I’m a good mom, so it’ll be fine.

On the TV screen, a movie featuring superpowered individuals gaining abilities from objects was playing.

The main antagonist in the movie was a superpowered individual who absorbed shocks like a Purple Reaper.

Since I had already seen it, I was about to change the channel, but the Purple Reapers were watching it so intently that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

So I just watched the Purple Reapers instead of the movie.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the outfits of the Purple Reapers were all slightly different.

Are they pursuing their unique styles?

Come to think of it, it seemed their outfits changed a little every day.

Suddenly, the Purple Reapers clutched their blankets, poking their heads out as they began to concentrate.

Looking towards the screen, the movie was drawing to a close.

‘No!’

‘No!!’

It was the scene expressing the demise of an antagonist who couldn’t be physically killed because they absorbed shocks.

Using mental pollution to incapacitate the abilities and delivering the final blow to the villain, it was a scene that could be seen as cruel.

As the antagonist met their end, the Purple Reapers hung their heads and started shedding tears.

‘Mom!’

‘Mommy!’

Then, they clung to me and began to wail.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

I had no idea which part of this was supposed to be sad, but I gently comforted and patted the children clinging to me.

And the next day.

A strange helmet that had appeared in the Purple Reapers began to trend for quite some time.

It was a rather strange helmet from the movie that blocked mental pollution.

‘!’

Wait, did they empathize with the villain?

*

In a dark room with no one around.

Ohmuryong in a wheelchair stared blankly up at the figure of his granddaughter inside the capsule.

Cough cough.

Perhaps due to his age, Ohmuryong’s health was deteriorating rapidly.

“I still can’t die yet.”

The twisted face of the old man, filled with stubbornness, obsession, and fixation, reflected against the capsule’s glass.

In Ohmuryong’s dwelling, there was an old-fashioned lamp, and he lifted it, shouting.

“How much longer do I have to make clones and gather emotions?!”

[It’s still insufficient.]

A foreboding red light flickered from the lamp, followed by the cracked voice of an old woman.

“Huh huh, that makes sense.”

Ohmuryong chuckled self-deprecatingly before pulling out a heavily sealed case.

It seemed to be a case sealing a lamp-shaped object that belonged to the Director of Research Institute No. 3.

“If one doesn’t work, then using two is my only option.”

The evolution liquid, known to have a high probability of destroying objects and extending lifespan, was his target.

“I still can’t die yet.”

As he slowly unsealed the case, he kept repeating ‘for my granddaughter’ as if it were a mantra.