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The James Space Station occupied by the Green Moon.

Inside, the woman slowly opened her eyes.

At first, it was hard to realize where she was.

As she blinked and looked around in the dim light, memories of what happened just before she fell asleep began to resurface.

‘I had fallen asleep…’

The woman muttered blankly to herself.

In fact, she shouldn’t have slept during such a critical object crisis, but there was nothing she could do.

The emergency object “Green Moon” had appeared at the space station.

At the same time, communication with Earth had been cut off.

Grass and trees had started to grow suddenly.

Moreover, the station was warping, causing her colleagues to scatter, leaving her shivering alone in endless darkness and cold.

The moment she encountered the “friendly” strange creature that cried out, “Ming!”, her tension released, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

In her arms, the strange creature was still nestled.

“Ming. Ming.”

Perhaps because it was asleep, it was a cute creature mumbling softly with its eyes closed as if snoring.

The woman smiled happily and gently petted the creature in her arms.

As she enjoyed the warm and soft feeling, the creature opened its eyes and woke up.

“Hello.”

The woman greeted it, locking eyes with those golden, shining eyes.

“Ming!”

The creature echoed her intonation with its own “Ming”.

Hehehe.

The woman let out a small laugh and started chatting with the creature.

After all, with no rescue in sight, she was 100% going to die as an astronaut, compounded by the object crisis.

She was resigned, at her wit’s end.

The creature that had awakened seemed quite interested in the woman, never taking its eyes off her.

Perhaps this is why the creature gave off a vibe similar to that of the mini reaper she had heard from friends.

‘It looks different but somewhat resembles a mini reaper.’

At the James Research Institute, it was a commonly accepted theory that mini reapers were related to the “moon”.

Could there be a connection between the strange creature born from the Green Moon and the mini reapers?

The creature mimicked the woman’s actions.

When she reached her hand out, it reached out in the same way, and when she patted its head, it stretched its hand up to pat her head.

When she spoke to it, it would mimic her words in a “ming-ming” way.

Unfortunately, it seemed the creature couldn’t understand her words, but just having someone there felt far more fulfilling than being alone.

As they chatted, the sun began to reveal itself beyond Earth once more.

The darkness and chill faded, and warmth circulated inside the station.

Grrr.

Just then, the woman’s stomach growled.

‘Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten properly.’

Feeling her hungry stomach, the creature began to grow larger.

“Ming!”

The creature, now bigger than a person, made a loud “ming-ming” sound and charged at the woman.

“!!!!”

She was thoroughly taken aback, but before she could even show her surprise, the creature had grasped her tightly.

‘Is it finally revealing its true colors and about to eat me?’

The woman was left with no choice but to tightly close her eyes and await death in the creature’s massive grip.

But instead, the creature hoisted her up and placed her on its head.

‘?’

Then it began to glide smoothly out of the area with the communication console.

Feeling a bit embarrassed that she had been scared, the woman began to gently pat the creature’s head.

“Ming!”

The creature responded with a simple “Ming!” as it crawled along the ground.

Gliding along quietly, the sound the creature made was quite small, but due to its size, it moved at a rather swift pace.

“Hey?”

As they rounded the corner at the end of the corridor, an endless jungle stretched out before them.

‘???????’

This makes no sense.

Why did the space station suddenly turn into a forest?

The woman couldn’t help but feel incredibly flustered.

The space station that had been there just moments ago had vanished.

It was already bizarre that grass and trees were sprouting in the space station, but what she was currently experiencing was beyond that.

“Is this the ‘moon’ encroaching on space?”

Red moon’s desert, blue moon’s lake, etc.

While many cases of moons altering environments had been observed, experiencing it firsthand felt completely different.

This was truly an realm unreachable by human technology!

When she turned back, the path she had come from was nowhere to be found, and endless jungle stretched out in all directions.

The spot where she stood with the creature was a rather high hill, allowing a view of the jungle below.

The forest spread out like a massive green carpet to the horizon.

The thick trees were packed closely together, resembling a broccoli forest.

This was no longer a space station; it had turned into something entirely different.

As a breeze swept in from the horizon, the leaves rustled, creating waves of green.

The distinctive damp air of the forest brushed against her skin.

A bird resembling a primitive bird crossed the sky, its song and the musty scent of wet wood adding to the forest’s lively essence.

“Ha, haha.”

The woman looked down at the jungle and let out a hollow laugh.

*

In the shallow parts of the Mini reaper garden, Marshmallow Plains.

I lay on the fluffy marshmallow, pondering repeatedly.

‘How do I get to the space station?’

The Red Reaper rocket or transforming into a Red Reaper to fly failed.

I didn’t know the reason, but whenever I flew too far from the ground, the firewood consumption skyrocketed, making it impossible to fly far.

I thought maybe this was one of the reasons the Black Reapers said, “Mom can’t fly.”

So the best plan I came up with was to stuff the Golden Reapers into a gigantic Black Reaper ballista and launch them indiscriminately into space.

Well, even if precise aiming was required in space, if I launched a million Golden Reapers, wouldn’t some reach the station?

The problem was whether the ‘Golden Reapers can return to the garden even in space?’

Looking at the skyrocketing firewood consumption in space, there was a good chance they might not return.

If they couldn’t, the Golden Reapers would end up becoming space orphans, which was not ideal…

So I needed to check if this was safe through an experiment, but to do that, I would need to go to space, putting me in quite the dilemma.

There seems to be no answer.

Maybe my abilities are just insufficient to destroy the Steel Tower right now?

With no clear solution, I turned my gaze to my palm, where two Golden Reapers were joyfully playing.

Golden Reapers, with flames igniting like they were on fire.

They were originally the Golden Reapers I had caught while trying to go on a diet.

Since I gained weight from the firewood, I thought the exercise of letting firewood out was the way to go.

So, I grabbed one Golden Reaper in each hand and poured firewood in profusely.

At first, they struggled, saying “No way!” and “I’m turning into a firewood monster!” but now they were happily playing and laughing.

Perhaps they realized that no matter how much firewood I dumped, they didn’t gain weight, so they started playing with the overflowing firewood instead.

It was a game akin to the battles of cartoon superheroes, tossing lumps of firewood at each other.

They launched round bundles of firewood or shaped their firewood into beams to shoot.

Bang. Bang.

The firewood collided in midair, causing golden explosions.

Seeing them hurling firewood at each other in such a way somehow looked cool, and gradually more Golden Reapers began gathering.

Now, it had become a popular activity where they had to take turns!

‘I want to shoot beams too.’

Not just the ‘Golden Reaper beam’ that collects sunlight; they could shoot firewood like beams.

I was incredibly envious.

Hmph.

While closely observing the Golden Reapers, trying to figure out how to shoot beams, one Golden Reaper came up close to my ear.

‘Golden Tyranno!’

That one seemed to have come up to mention a topic I was extremely interested in.

Tyranno, huh?

*

Now in the thick of the jungle that no longer felt like a space station.

The woman was riding atop the large creature, wandering through the dense forest.

The branches and leaves stretching from trees towering like buildings blocked the sunlight filtering down, casting dark shadows within the woods.

It truly felt like a vast green abyss.

The creature placed her down on the ground, climbed the trees, and came back with a huge fruit.

The fruit, split in half as if offering it to eat, contained a sloshing liquid inside, resembling a coconut.

As she slowly sipped the juice from the fruit handed to her by the creature, a sweet and soft flavor spread throughout her mouth.

“It’s delicious…”

Perhaps it was too delicious, the woman murmured absentmindedly.

“Thank you.”

Then, coming to her senses, she brightly smiled and expressed her gratitude.

The creature also seemed to feel good and replied loudly.

“Ming!”

The two settled beneath the great tree, began eating the fruit, and started to enjoy a leisurely time.

It was a peaceful moment that she could never have imagined while adrift in the space station.

A tranquil time spent piling the fruit high.

But as strange sounds began to echo from high up in the trees, the atmosphere of the forest began to shift.

Swish.

Dust began to fall slowly from the trees, vibrating delicately.

And following that, the piled fruit began to shake and create noise as they collided.

“Mii… Ming.”

With a sense of heightened tension, the creature slowly inched toward the woman, covering her with its body.

“What’s wrong? Is there something going on?”

However, even in response to the woman’s words, the creature did not reply.

The creature was afraid.

As the creature completely shielded the woman, its grass-like body turned into perfect camouflage.

Holding the fruit she had been sipping from in her arms, the woman opened just a little to look outside.

Suddenly, a gruesome stench of decaying flesh began to fill the surroundings.

The horrible beastly smell made her feel like she might cough.

It was the distinct odor of a carnivorous beast.

Thud. Thud.

The surface of the fruit in her arms began to tremble.

And the ground began to thump heavily.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Something extremely dangerous and massive was approaching.

*

James Tower, Temporary Rocket Launch Pad.

James was looking down at the Gray Reaper, who was spinning around near the large rocket.

“I never expected things to go this smoothly.”

The Gray Reaper hopped around the rocket as if it were as exciting as being a human-sized Golden Reaper.

It completely disregarded the air dynamics needed for the rocket.

An imperfect rocket barely managing to halt aerodynamic heating issues using object materials.

Though James knew that the Gray Reaper had a strange obsession with Tyrannosaurus, he never thought it would go this far.

If he handed the Gray Reaper a candy shaped like a Tyrannosaurus, it would likely chase after him into a dark alley.

Typically acting like an intelligent being, the Gray Reaper showed a primal response to the Tyrannosaurus.

As the Gray Reaper, bouncing around the Golden-Mecha-Tyranno rocket, eventually found itself inside the rocket.

The Gray Reaper passed through the rocket’s outer wall with ghosting, fastened its seatbelt, and giggled with delight.

Then it knocked on the internal camera as if it wanted to take off quickly.

James, seeing this, commanded the employees.

“Prepare for launch!”

Thus began the plan to reclaim the James Space Station.