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The peaceful streets of Jongno-gu transformed instantaneously into utter chaos.

What would typically be bustling with tourists and employees was now a tumultuous scene filled with terrified crowds.

The first sound to reach the ears was a thunderous roar from far away, near Gwanghwamun.

Followed by the simultaneous blaring of emergency alerts from cell phones all around.

Beep beep! Beep beep!

The identical sound ringing out from every phone on the street was chilling in its synchrony.

< [Safety Announcement] Emergency Object Alert. >

< [Jongno-gu] Special Object Appearance >

< Evacuation order for residents. Please move to the nearest shelter immediately. >

< Please follow the instructions of relevant authorities. >

As people confirmed the disaster texts, they began to flee en masse, coinciding with the ear-piercing sound of sirens echoing all around.

Amidst the frenzied escape, the siren’s wail was intermingled with the blaring roars.

Kaboom!

Some fleeing individuals turned their heads toward the source of the sound.

A tall building in the distance was crumpling as though it were made of paper.

Dust shot up into the sky, and the faces of those witnessing the scene drained of color.

“Run away!”

With someone’s shout, the crowd began to move as one.

A street once leisurely walked was now a place where people raced for their lives.

Women in high heels tossed their shoes away and sprinted barefoot, while men in suits loosened their ties and gasped for air.

Everything in the street was pure chaos.

Traffic lights became meaningless, and cars halted in disorder on the roads.

The ongoing sounds of collapse cast the city into deeper confusion.

But suddenly, a cry cut through the chaos, spreading a strange sense of relief through the city.

“It’s the Golden Reaper!”

Riding on a splendidly adorned white hungry ghost, the Golden Reaper Knights surged through the crowd, wielding their blue spears.

As they broke through the swirling dust against the tide of fleeing people, the Golden Reapers confronted a giant, translucent butterfly.

The butterfly simply fluttered its wings slowly, yet that alone was enough to wreak havoc on the city.

With every flap, surrounding objects crumbled like sand.

With another flap, they returned to their original shapes.

The Golden Reapers analyzed the bizarre phenomenon.

‘Isn’t this similar to Sprout Brother’s ability?’

‘It’s similar!’

To the Golden Reapers, it seemed the butterfly possessed the power to distort time.

As it moved, parts of it decayed into the future, some remained in the present, and others took forms from the past.

With time splintered like that, the human-made buildings couldn’t withstand and collapsed.

As interpreted by the Blue Reaper, the Merlin of the Round Table, it was an extraordinarily powerful object ability fitting for a ‘1st Sword.’

“Charge!”

The Golden Reapers cloaked themselves in flames that burned the white hungry ghost’s object and charged at the butterfly.

The blue spear created by the Blue Reaper flew towards the butterfly’s body, but the translucent body merely brushed off the spear tip and flames.

“Not effective!”

“Strong!”

The butterfly continued to ignore the Golden Reaper Knights, relentlessly flying towards where the people were.

“No way…!”

“Humans are in danger!”

Flustered, the Golden Reapers tossed their spears to the ground and attempted to stack up, but it was ineffective against the butterfly.

The Golden Reapers sat in despair on the ground, preparing to call for their mom.

“Mom, hurry!”

“Mom, are you nearby?”

At that moment, a tremendous strike descended from the sky toward the butterfly.

“Mom?”

A strike of similar scale to the spatial tear Mom used.

But unlike Mom, who would create chaos on earth and sky, this strike was a refined cut that cleanly sliced through only the butterfly.

“The 1st Sword has arrived!”

“It’s gotten stronger!”

The Golden Reapers’ gazes turned en masse to the rooftops of the tall buildings around them.

There stood the 1st Sword of the Golden Reaper, with hair tied back in a ponytail.

Holding a neatly organized log sword rather than the rough one from before, they stared intently at where the butterfly used to be.

As if the butterfly had not died.

“Ah!”

“The butterfly is still alive!”

When the Golden Reapers turned their heads, the once-sliced translucent butterfly was standing tall again, seemingly unharmed.

The 1st Sword of the Golden Reaper understood how it had survived, observing the tangled strands of time and space around the butterfly.

“Not particularly special. Just ordinary regeneration. Then…”

The 1st Sword slowly raised their sword to shoulder height, pondering the strange phenomenon.

Then, spinning smoothly, they swung the sword horizontally.

“Void Slash!”

As the sword traced its path, a black line emerged, beginning to engulf the giant butterfly.

It continued until the transparent butterfly was absorbed entirely into the other side of space.

It resembled Mom’s ‘Kyuak’ and the black sphere.

*

I, with grand dreams of automatic hunting from the external being, first summoned the 1st Sword of the Golden Reaper.

Having come effortlessly last time, I waited with expectations, only to receive an unforeseen reply.

“Busy.”

Gasp!

Oh no.

Even the 1st Sword of the Golden Reaper is busy.

I felt mischief swelling in my heart and teleported to where the 1st Sword was located.

What awaited was the 1st Sword, busily rushing somewhere, along with the giant butterfly object that had suddenly appeared in the city.

The butterfly was clearly a substantial and high-tier object.

“Ah. So they really are busy…”

Maybe it was my spite, but I felt a little bad.

I left a message to the 1st Sword saying, “I’ll call you next time,” and returned to the Mini Reaper Garden.

Among the mini reapers, the Orange Crowned Reaper and the 1st Sword were the top tier, so I planned to experiment with them first, but if they’re busy, there’s nothing I can do.

Somehow, I felt like today was just not my day.

It can’t be helped.

I’ll have to gather everything for an experiment next time.

*

In the backyard of the Sehee Research Institute, the golden sunlight of late afternoon seeped in.

Long shadows stretched across the lawn, casting mysterious patterns as cloud fish descended from the sky.

The cloud fish darted around the backyard like a playground, meant to carry the mini reapers around the world.

Among countless mini reapers climbing down from a cloud fish, an unusual mini reaper was settled there.

It was the Sprout Reaper, with a tiny fruit on top of its head.

In the embrace of the Sprout Reaper was an even smaller mini sprout reaper.

“I’m going!”

The mini sprout reaper wriggled, trying to break free from the Sprout Reaper’s grasp, while the Sprout Reaper held on tightly to avoid losing it.

“I’m going to find my Attached Human!”

The mini sprout reaper whined that they hadn’t picked an Attached Human from among the humans in the Sehee Research Institute and wanted to set off on a journey riding the cloud fish.

After a while of tussling, the Sprout Reaper sighed deeply, plucked the fruit, and fed it to the passing cloud fish.

Seeing that, the mini sprout reaper brightened up, toddled happily, and hopped onto the cloud fish, shouting out its determination.

“Let’s go!”

Then, the cloud fish shot into the sky at high speed, quickly distancing itself from the Sehee Research Institute.

Thus, the mini sprout reaper’s adventure began.