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A spacious room in James Tower on the outskirts of Songpa District.

James was spread out on the floor with large blueprints, meticulously examining each one.

And on James’s cheek, a cheerful Golden Reaper pressed its cheek against his, giggling.

At first glance, it appeared they were looking over the blueprints together, but in reality, the Golden Reaper had no thoughts at all.

It was simply happy to rub its cheek against James’s cheek, enjoying the moment of doing something together.

James pointed to the piles of blueprints scattered on the floor.

“Which design do you think would be good?”

The blueprints James pointed to were all special armor designs for the Tyrannosaurus.

These were various improved designs of the armor sent to the Gray Reaper last time, and there was a considerable variety lined up.

Starting from a type similar to the armor sent last time.

A Tyranno with wings.

A Tyranno clad in fearsome heavy armor.

A Tyranno that fires laser blades from its entire body.

Even a humanoid Tyranno capable of wielding weapons like a human.

There were indeed many different types of designs.

But there was a problem.

Which version of the Tyranno would the Gray Reaper like?

Thus, to choose a version that the Gray Reaper might prefer, James decided to print the blueprints on paper and let the Golden Reaper choose.

Upon hearing this, the Golden Reaper tilted its head as if not sure and began examining the blueprints.

After a moment, it selected one design with its little pinky and smiled brightly.

It looked as if it were shouting, ‘Mom will surely like this too!’

The Golden Reaper picked the brilliantly shining Golden-Mecha-Tyranno.

James felt slightly puzzled by the Golden Reaper’s choice.

“Did the Gray Reaper like gold?”

Then he nodded, recalling the giant golden statue of the Gray Reaper in the lounge.

Seeing that statue, it seemed that at least it wouldn’t dislike it.

“Then I should begin making that Golden-Mecha-Tyranno armor.”

James expressed his gratitude to the Golden Reaper that helped him ponder over this by giving it a large pudding.

Om nom nom.

The Golden Reaper, wielding an enormous spoon relative to its small body, scooped some pudding and nibbled on the edge of it with its small mouth.

Then it raised the spoon onto its shoulder and offered it to James.

“Shall we eat together?”

James, seeing the Golden Reaper’s eager smile, put the pudding in his mouth.

Hehe.

The Golden Reaper smiled happily as it watched James eat.

And just as James was about to spoon some pudding for the Golden Reaper, his phone emitted an ominous sound.

The urgent and loud sound was a signal indicating that an emergency had occurred.

When James pulled out his phone to check, unsettling content was displayed on the screen.

[American Object Association space station, contact lost.]
[No issues observed from the ground.]
[Extremely high levels of mental pollution detected.]

*

Sehee Research Institute Office.

The Helmet Researcher entered the office normally but instantly felt a vastly different atmosphere in the office.

The first thing that caught his eye was the Golden Reapers!

They were all over the floor, making it hard to walk, like bean sprouts.

Moreover, there were significantly more researchers in the office than usual.

It made him think, ‘So many Sehee Research Institute employees work here!’

The Sehee Research Institute employees, typically absent under various pretenses like smoking or coffee breaks, had all taken their seats to watch the Golden Reapers’ unusual behavior.

The cause of the Golden Reapers’ peculiar behavior was two objects sent from the ‘Korean Object Safety Management Council.’

Two perfectly sealed objects placed next to Kim Jungrwi.

“This isn’t a formal request through documents, and now they’re just delivering it directly with verbal notification….”

“Where is Director Lee Sehee at a time like this….”

Deputy Director Park Seoah and Senior Researcher Kim Jungrwi frowned and seemed to be looking for a solution while making phone calls.

But the Golden Reapers ignored the atmosphere and remained fixated on the sealed objects.

Like curious cats, every time Kim Jungrwi lifted the objects, all the Golden Reapers in the office followed with their gazes.

Even a Golden Reaper perched on the Helmet Researcher’s palm was staring intently at the objects.

‘What’s so special about those?’

From Deputy Director Park Seoah and Senior Researcher Kim Jungrwi’s reactions, they seemed to be extremely dangerous objects….

With this kind of reaction, it could even be a sample of evolution liquid.

The Helmet Researcher patted the head of the transfixed Golden Reaper and asked.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

At that, the Golden Reaper turned its head toward the Helmet Researcher and began wildly gesturing and miming something.

‘No idea.’

But, of course, he couldn’t understand anything.

The gestures the Golden Reaper used were significantly different from humans, making it difficult to interpret.

Moreover, the same action seemed to carry multiple meanings or appeared random, as if using whatever movements they liked.

It might be the most challenging language to interpret in the world?

‘Harmful object!’
‘We need to dispose of it quickly!’
‘Mom! Come here fast!’

However, the Golden Reapers were gathered around, worried about the Sehee Research Institute people.

Truly, evil objects born from nothing but malice had entered the Sehee Research Institute.

*

Late morning, in the courtyard of the Sehee Research Institute.

I was basking in the sun, cradled in Yerin’s arms in the typically quiet courtyard.

Strangely, I couldn’t see the researchers who usually drank coffee and played with the Mini Reapers every morning, nor could I see the Golden Reapers rolling around next to me.

It was a long-awaited peaceful moment in the quiet courtyard, lying down and enjoying time with Yerin.

Yerin munched on my antennae while telling various stories.

“Do you remember the lead doll that the Reaper gifted us? It might just be my imagination, but it feels like it’s moving a bit.”

“Usually, I should think that’s dangerous, but seeing that the White Hungry Ghost is sticking to it, it should be okay, right?”

The lead doll.

It was the intricate doll found in the workshop of the Blue Girl.

I thought that by gifting it, Yerin would decrease her attempts to dress me up.

And truly, her attempts to dress me up had significantly decreased, and I was satisfied.

However, I felt a bit anxious about what Yerin might be doing with my doll.

Well, as long as the White Hungry Ghost is attached, there shouldn’t be much of an issue, I suppose.

“Oh, and an object was delivered from the ‘Object Safety Management Council’ this morning.”

In the midst of this, Yerin mentioned something that piqued my interest.

A new object’s arrival?

It was a sweet event that occasionally happened in the Sehee Research Institute.

I wondered what kind of things would come this time!

As I lay there with my eyes closed, listening to Yerin’s stories, the Golden Reapers started walking toward me.

Tap tap.

Then, they climbed onto my sleeping form and began calling out to me.

‘Mom!’
‘This is bad!’

But not wanting to shake off the pleasant drowsiness, I kept my eyes closed as if asleep.

Pat pat.

Then, a Golden Reaper began to pat my eyelids with its palm.

And as if it knew I was pretending to sleep, it forcibly lifted my eyelids, making me meet its gaze.

‘Mom, you need to wake up quickly!’

The Golden Reaper seemed to sense I wasn’t looking at it, but it kept trying to make eye contact.

Reluctantly, I slipped out of Yerin’s embrace and followed the guidance of the Golden Reaper to walk out of the Institute.

Upon arrival, I found.

‘It really is quite a mess.’

Two extremely harmful objects had arrived at the Sehee Research Institute.

An antique lamp similar to Watson.

Perhaps because I’ve gotten stronger lately or because I’ve been watching external beings often.

To me, the lamp looked utterly weak, but it was incredibly harmful to humans.

Looking back at it now, that lamp resembled the Purple External Being a bit.

Though it wasn’t an external being, it was something imperfect that acted like one.

It exuded the aura of an object while not being one.

It showcased destructive conditions as if it were an object, without being one.

Someday, I would need to go hunt down the ‘Owner of the Lamp,’ but I had no idea where it was.

If I used my antennae to track it, just like last time, the lamp would likely shatter.

First, I should seal it in the Mini Reaper Garden.

With that resolution made, I commanded the Golden Reapers.

‘Bring those over!’

Then, the Golden Reapers, densely packed on the office floor, surged up like a wave and swept away the sealed lamp.

*

James Tower on the outskirts of Songpa District.

James was securely logged into the American Object Association, watching operational footage currently underway at the Association.

“Are objects now appearing at space stations too?”

James’s quiet voice echoed the sentiments of everyone at the Association.

Several days had passed since contact with the space station was lost, but no anomalies had been found through distant observation.

James Research Institute and the American Object Association had been deep in thought for an extended period and had finally decided to send a manned exploration vessel.

[Currently approaching the space station. No unusual findings yet.]

A communication came from the team leader of the exploration vessel.

While the control center was continuously monitoring the vessel, they detected unusual signs.

“The mental pollution levels are rapidly reaching dangerous levels.”

[Confirmed. We still have some leeway, so we’ll proceed a bit further.]

Just after moving a bit closer, the team leader’s communication was filled with concern.

[The increase in mental pollution levels is worse than expected. It seems docking will not be possible.]

It seemed docking wouldn’t be feasible, but during the seemingly smooth progress, an unexpected situation occurred.

Without the mental pollution shield collapsing, the exploration team leader began to relay peculiar observational information.

[A green moon is visible above the space station! I repeat! Green moon detected….]

Immediately after that, the communication was cut off.

A green moon?

“Immediately attempt long-distance observation!”

An anxious James shouted in a hurried voice.

The control center hurriedly attempted long-distance observation, but the exploration vessel had vanished without a trace.

As if the station had devoured it.