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The Golden Reaper extends a handful of pudding.

As I received the pudding with my mouth, the Golden Reaper stared at me as if to say, “Isn’t it delicious?”

“Thank you!”

While expressing my gratitude, I patted the Golden Reaper’s head vigorously.

The Gray Reaper’s pudding tasting adventure came to a halt the moment he discovered some imported pudding.

He was so delighted that even the usually expressionless Gray Reaper’s enjoyment was palpable.

However, initially, the Golden Reaper’s reaction was somewhat perplexing.

After taking a bite, he scooped up pudding with both hands and began sharing it with those around him.

So at first, I thought the Golden Reaper wasn’t a fan of the pudding, unlike the Gray Reaper.

But seeing him devour the pudding almost as if it was a staple food, it turned out the Golden Reaper was also a huge fan of it.

The Golden Reaper, impressively, found it so delicious he decided to share it with humans as well.

In stark contrast to the Gray Reaper, who sneaked around snatching the Golden Reaper’s pudding.

But there was one concern.

“Senior Jungloe, are we still not receiving any pudding?”

“Hmm. It seems the factory producing the materials from Korea has been occupied by an object with a danger level of 2. They seem to keep failing recontainment attempts.”

It’s such a beloved pudding by the Gray Reaper, but now there’s trouble with the factory.

I hope he doesn’t get too sad about not having pudding.

Surely he won’t go all the way to the factory just for pudding, right?

*

A desert appeared in the middle of Seoul.

And a desert filled with blood-red sand at that.

Such a bizarre phenomenon became quite an entertainment for the people of Seoul.

Though it might be dangerous related to the object, tourists coming here probably don’t think about such things.

In the midst of that desert, a giant woman covered in tattoos appeared.

“Why did you suddenly tell me to come here, sis?”

A timid-looking younger sister followed closely behind her.

“There’s that famous—”

The giant woman was about to say something with an unfamiliar pronunciation but closed her mouth and said again.

“Since ‘The Red Moon’ has appeared. I’ve heard you have to be careful when mentioning the name; ‘No Name’ is really bothersome.”

The giant woman turned around and looked down at her younger sister, continuing in a low voice.

“If you ever want to kill me, just say so anytime. I consider my current life a sort of ‘bonus.’ Just receiving a proper death would be a blessing.”

“No, when are you going to keep talking about killing! I’m not going to kill you anymore.”

The younger sister scrambled to continue, flustered.

“Even if it’s someone else, I think you’re much better now!”

The younger sister smiled brightly and continued to prattle on about how lovely her sister was.

“You don’t hit, you don’t curse, and you are kind.”

In truth, there had been quite a few attempts on the younger sister’s part to kill her sister, but due to her lack of will, they always ended in failure.

Then, at some point, her attitude suddenly flipped 180 degrees, but her sister had no clue why.

Perhaps she was simply a child with a mental problem, she thought.

Especially, it was strange how she believed without any doubt that she came from another world.

“So why did you come to see the ‘Red Moon’?”

“Actually, the desert was inhabited by residents of the Red Moon, but looking at the situation now, it seems they’re gone. It would have been nice if they were still around…”

The giant woman scooped up a handful of red sand in a place where people’s gaze wouldn’t reach.

She then dropped a drop of an unknown liquid from a vial she pulled from her bosom.

The red sand began to clump around the liquid, forming a shiny red orb like a pearl.

“Wow, it’s like magic!”

“It’s not magic, it’s simple alchemy.”

“Yeah, yeah, alchemy is cool!”

The giant woman carefully put the round orb into her bag.

Seeing this, the younger sister asked.

“Was that going to make something like a bomb?”

“Yes, it’s the perfect medicine for those who can’t live or die.”

“Do we really need something for those ‘monsters who can’t live or die’? I’ve never seen them before!”

“Now that it has appeared in this world, it’s definitely necessary.”

With a fierce smile, a face emerged in her mind.

The vile face of a man called the betrayer of humanity.

The face of a man who is currently referred to as the Director of the 3rd Trinity Research Institute.

*

One of the three directors leading the Trinity Research Institute.

The mansion where the 3rd Director resides.

In the garden, on the mushy black soil, unpleasant black plants grow.

In a corner of that mansion, the middle-aged 3rd Director looked down at a butler who had become mud.

“Hm, I thought I had surely reproduced the elixir this time, but it seems to be a failure again. How unfortunate. Very unfortunate.”

Though the 3rd Director kept saying it was unfortunate, his expression didn’t reflect any sorrow.

“…! …! ….”

The already melted butler was thrashing about desperately, but it only sounded like a small mumble barely audible.

Looking down at the butler who was muttering to be saved, the 3rd Director said.

“Indeed, a butler remains faithful until the end. Asking to be burned alive instead of receiving a funeral.”

When the 3rd Director snapped his fingers, a small spark leaped out and landed gently on the butler.

In an instant, the butler began to blaze like oil igniting.

“The flora is different, so the solution remains imperfect. More experiments will be necessary.”

A huge man who had been lying next to the burning butler suddenly bolted upright.

“Oh, have you regained consciousness already? Having the golden horn makes you somewhat different.”

But the giant man didn’t appear to be in a normal state.

His whites were completely blackened, and he was drooling.

Yet even while seeing such a sight, the 3rd Director nodded with delight.

“I was pondering whether I needed to find a new butler, and it seems a new one has just arrived. Welcome, new butler.”

The 3rd Director patted the swaying giant man’s shoulder, welcoming the new butler.

Then, he ordered the giant man to clean up the butler’s burnt remains and departed deep into the mansion.

The giant man sat right there, gnawing on the remains of the butler.

His mouth split into three like a monster, ravenously devouring the burnt remains of the butler, which had hardened like stone.

*

Thump thump.

On a late night when the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon, the blonde girl was dancing along to the TV, with the window open in her office-tel.

It was the trendy Gray Reaper dance these days.

After a while of dancing, the girl stopped and stared intently at the Black Agent.

“Are you hungry?”

The Black Agent loosened the collar at his nape and said.

“Yeah.”

The blonde girl nodded slightly and approached him, biting his neck.

Once she finished feeding, the girl exhaled hot breath and licked her blood-soaked lips.

The Black Agent watched her and said.

“Isn’t it better to contact the Association President? It’s getting to the point where avoiding the Association President’s gaze is limited.”

“Absolutely not. I don’t know what my grandfather might do. He might actually dissect me.”

The Black Agent looked at her with a perplexed expression.

“Even by looking at the unprecedented response speed from this association, you can tell how much the Association President cherishes you. Do you have any grounds for fearing him finding out?”

Hearing the Black Agent’s words, the blonde girl pondered before responding.

“Hmm. My grandfather is a bit odd. He always says ‘I love you, I cherish you,’ but when I go to dangerous places, he never stops me.”

“Isn’t he respecting your decision and freedom?”

“Who gives such things to an elementary school kid!”

The blonde girl continued with a determined expression.

“I’ve had a bad feeling more than once. I can’t explain why, but it sometimes feels like my grandfather wants me to die in an accident?”

Seeing the blonde girl, greatly agitated, pouring out her thoughts, the Black Agent decided to hold back his opinion.

“Then I will plan in a way that won’t be discovered by the Association President.”

The Black Agent began organizing the necessary tasks, like writing a new identity.

*

Hungry Golden Reapers were sprawled out on the bed.

Snacks were piled around like a mountain.

Yet, the Golden Reapers lay flat, having lost their appetite.

I, too, lay beside them, turned over, watching the news to soothe my sad heart.

No pudding.

Finally, after having met Ninja Pudding, there’s none left.

What’s even more dreadful is not knowing when pudding will return.

“They say production has stopped, and we don’t know when it will come back. I’m sorry, Reaper!”

Yerin was in a panic, trying to figure out what to do around me and the Golden Reapers.

The heartless TV, devoid of human feeling, continued broadcasting the news as usual.

[It has been reported that a factory in Incheon, which has acquired a license to produce famous overseas pudding, has been occupied by an object.]

A sound from the TV perked my ears.

An object has occupied a famous overseas pudding factory!

The cause of the factory’s production halt was the object?