Seoul Object Story

Now, the Mini Reaper Garden had become a battlefield.

My head was in a very complicated state.

It wasn’t that I had many thoughts, but it was truly loud.

It sounded as if dozens of people were talking at once, as the voices of the Golden Reapers incessantly filled my mind.

"Mom, don't do that!"

"You need to step longer!"

"Don't!"

The combat skills I had gained from merging with the Golden Reapers were certainly impressive.

But for some reason, it seemed that my movements appeared endlessly clumsy in their eyes.

Every time I took a step, or swung my fist, a barrage of criticisms followed.

Last time, when we fused, the Golden Reapers were cheering, "Mom punch!" "Mom kick!" and having fun, but when we faced a tough opponent, their true nature emerged.

And now, upon reflecting, I realized that the Golden Reapers never really praised my skills directly.

"I guess they meant 'Mom is great (compared to before merging)'."

So, it turns out they had just been saying nice things all along...

But there was a bigger problem.

The Black Giant's abilities far surpassed those of the Golden Reapers.

Even the Golden Reapers who had merged with me agreed on the overwhelming difference.

The movements of the massive Black Giant bore the weight of ages.

As if it had been continuously fighting for years, every movement was close to perfection.

And this was despite the Black Giant not having a clear sense of self.

"What the hell did it do in the colored universe to become this strong?"

This question lingered in my mind, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Right now, I was struggling just to face the enemy in front of me.