Seoul Object Story

‘Hug!’

A warm will, like the comforting embrace Hug Reaper loved, wrapped around my consciousness.

In that moment, the fusion with the Bleached Reaper began.

Like two droplets of water merging, our existences naturally blended together.

As the fusion completed, change was immediately felt.

‘Ma!’

As the Bleached Reaper’s will echoed inside me, the red aura of mental contamination that had enveloped me slowly dissipated, like the morning fog lifting.

I was able to regain control over my half-body, which had been moving against my will.

‘So this is immunity to mental contamination.’

My resistance to mental contamination had been a byproduct of accumulating firewood, but clearly, the Bleached Reaper’s abilities were of a different caliber.

It seemed like it had been born from an endless struggle, continuously resisting to survive in the melting of desires.

Then, suddenly, I had the feeling that the unrelenting resistance of the Black Giant might be similar.

I had been so focused on raising and letting the Mini Reapers roam free that I hadn’t imagined the Bleached Reaper could possess such a power.

It had always been the small child quietly following behind, murmuring "Ma-ma," without any noticeable abilities.

To think that this child was such a special being!

The surprise didn’t stop there.

The sensation throughout my entire body felt radically different from before.

It wasn’t just the size of the power.

My movements became much more agile, as if I had been practicing martial arts for a long time, and combat skills naturally embedded themselves in my body.

At this point, I thought that the Bleached Reaper, with its short limbs, might even be able to defeat an ordinary Golden Reaper in hand-to-hand combat!

But the most surprising thing wasn’t that.

I controlled my transformed white hair, now like a new arm, and slowly raised it.