Seoul Object Story - Chapter 434 Oku

In the dream garden, where the bed was laid out on the floor and a canopy hung above, Junior 2 had once again entered the space created by the Golden Horn Grim Reaper to fulfill the Saint’s second wish.

For some reason, the Saint, who did not wish for the wish to be fulfilled, had proposed this wish:

[The second wish is for all the members of the cult, who were with me, to spend a happy time together and feel satisfied.]

To fulfill this wish, Junior 2 had chosen the method of using the cuteness of the Mini Grim Reapers on the cult members.

While the Mini Grim Reapers couldn’t summon the dead, since the souls of the cult members were in the Saint’s space, this method was possible.

“Festival!”

“Hehe!”

A party for the dead was being held there.

Perhaps because Junior 2 had suggested having fun, the Mini Grim Reapers seemed quite excited.

“…” “…”

The cult members, whose bodies had been burned and whose tongues had been cut off, had regained their original appearance in the dream garden. They sat there with confused expressions.

They could now speak again, but it was unfamiliar to them, so they simply remained silent with wide eyes.

“Where… where is this…?” “I should have been dead…”

Some of them started speaking, albeit hesitantly.

They were surprised to feel the burns disappear, some tried to cover their faces, and others curiously touched their own faces.

The cult members were trying to understand the situation in their own way.

“Paradise…” “Is this… paradise?”

Although the dream garden was very unfamiliar to them, the happiness and warmth emanating from it made them start to think of it as paradise.

The Mini Grim Reapers began to walk towards them.

“Human! Let’s play!”

“Let’s play!”

The Mini Grim Reapers, each holding their favorite snacks, had come to fetch the humans.

Though the cult members still looked a little confused, they were drawn to the Mini Grim Reapers’ cheerful smiles and slowly started walking toward the party.

This was especially true since the Mini Grim Reapers were taking the form of the “Blue Girl,” who was considered a descendant of the gods.

“Is this really paradise?” “This can’t be the promised land…”

Some of the cult members were initially skeptical about whether this was truly the promised paradise, but they were easily charmed by the Golden Grim Reaper’s innocent face and the strong mental contamination, leading them to be easily swayed.

The dream garden, being a dream, was constantly changing its form for the people.

The garden, which was originally just a bed, a canopy, and a river of hot chocolate, had now transformed. In the center, a massive golden bonfire had appeared, burning with golden firewood.

It wasn’t a small bonfire like the ones in the Chinese cult buildings; it was as massive as the ones described in historical records, like a mountain-sized flame.

Seeing the huge and warm flame, the cult members were moved to tears and slowly walked into the flame.

“This is…”

Unlike the white flames that had burned their bodies and destroyed them, the golden flames merely embraced the humans warmly.

Having thrown themselves into the white flames earlier, the cult members could now sense that both the white and golden flames were the powers of the gods.

And as the dream garden continued to change, more varied foods like meat and alcohol began to emerge, in addition to the candy, cookies, and marshmallows.

The Mini Grim Reapers from the “Free City Alliance” were cooking these new foods.

They were the children who had once enchanted marshmallows and jelly to create a variety of dishes.

“Meat!”

“Barbecue!”

“Black Pudding!”

Various Mini Grim Reapers made and presented a variety of foods to the humans.

The Mini Grim Reapers, who had been wandering around the garden, were also undergoing changes. Black, round, doll-like clothes appeared, and they started wearing them.

Their appearance resembled the ancient gods in some way.

“It’s the black sibling clothes!”

“Hehe.”

The Golden Grim Reapers, perhaps worried that Mom might get angry, habitually looked around, but when they confirmed that she wasn’t there, they happily laughed and started playing, wearing their new outfits.

The black doll clothes, imbued with mental contamination like the Yellow Grim Reaper’s creations, made the cult members see small, ancient god-like Black Grim Reapers wandering around.

Whenever the cult members saw the Golden Grim Reapers in black clothes, they would fall to the ground, overwhelmed, as though meeting an apostle of the gods.

“Hehe.”

“Humans are strange.”

“Stop, get up and play!”

Seeing the humans lying down, the Golden Grim Reapers told them to get up and play, flicking their little fingers at them.

As the grand Mini Grim Reaper festival continued under the warm golden bonfire, it began to wind down as the day went on.

By late night, the Golden Grim Reapers started to doze off, appearing sleepy.

The cult members, who had been wandering around the paradise with the Mini Grim Reapers, also settled in front of the golden bonfire, eating and quietly passing the time.

Around them were the Mini Grim Reapers.

A Golden Grim Reaper sleeping with a happy expression.

A Blue Grim Reaper making various foods with magic.

A Black Grim Reaper feeding the cult members with the food they made.

And a Ghost Grim Reaper, who was sulking because the Black Pudding wasn’t popular, among others.

So many different Mini Grim Reapers were with the cult members, sharing warmth and smiling happily.

In this peaceful atmosphere, Junior 2, along with the Golden Horn Grim Reaper, was watching the bonfire from a distance.

[Everyone looks so happy.]

At that moment, the Saint approached Junior 2 and sent out an empathic wave.

When Junior 2 turned her head, the Saint made eye contact with her and began speaking.

[I’ve always wanted the cult members to be truly happy and satisfied, to reach the “paradise” they were promised.]

[But I was just a doll. A substitute for the “Saint” who was said to have disappeared after attacking the descendants of the gods.]

[I never expected such a time would come…]

The Saint, touching one of her broken eyes, smiled softly with a relaxed expression.

After that, the Saint began to ramble on, as if she had unfinished business.

She spoke of the document where the origin of the cult was never found.

Of how beautiful the sunset was in a city filled with mirrors and glass.

And about how the cult members once attacked the descendants of the gods.

All these stories seemed to be ones told to her by the cult members, not her own memories.

But the Saint continued telling them with a blissful smile on her face, as if they were her own memories.

[I will become the lamp, according to the contract.]

As she spoke, the Saint suddenly mentioned this new contract.

“Why, such a contract…?”

Junior 2 asked, surprised, but the fake Saint laughed quietly.

[The cult members made a contract with the man of the lamp to create the holy flame.]

[They tirelessly burned objects to create the holy flame that would grant wishes.]

[When the holy flame started burning again, they were so happy…]

However, the Saint’s expression when speaking about the holy flame was stiff, unlike her words.

[But the holy flame was a trap from the lamp.]

[In the end, many people died and were injured because of it, and the army came, killing all the cult members.]

The fake Saint continued to watch the cult members, who were sitting happily by the golden flame, and spoke again.

[The real holy flame was as warm as this…]

Then, she turned her gaze back to Junior 2.

[The contract the cult members made was that when the holy flame extinguished, it would take their souls.]

[I didn’t want that, so I made a new contract with my body as the condition.]

[It was a contract to release the souls of the cult members and fulfill my two wishes. I thought it was a contract that was infinitely favorable to me…]

The Saint smiled happily, covering her mouth, as if laughing aloud.

Of course, since she was a doll, she couldn’t make any sound.

[The cult members committed many sins, and the paradise promised to them may not exist.]

[So, this midnight celebration will be their promised paradise.]

Then, watching the cult members laughing and chatting happily, the Saint finally spoke again.

[I’m satisfied. Congratulations on fulfilling the contract, Representative Hyejin.]

“!!!”

Junior 2, trying to stop the Saint, thought that there might be another way, but as soon as the Saint spoke those words, the sky collapsed, and the happy dream ended.

As I forcibly woke from the dream, the surroundings were already filled with the smoke of the gas lamp.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

As the smoke split, the man of the lamp, applauding politely, walked out.

[The contract has been completed.]

The man of the lamp spoke, looking at Junior 2.

Then, the contract she held turned into light, scattering and disappearing, and simultaneously, the detective, the hammer-wielding senior, and Junior 2’s junior fell from the air.

Though they were still disoriented, they seemed unharmed.

However, there was a thick chain wrapped around the detective’s wrist, and at the end of that chain hung the lamp “Watson.”

It seemed as though there was no way to escape.

[We are always together. Holmes.]

A dark shadow flickered in the gas lamp.

Junior 2 lifted her head to look at the man of the lamp, but he seemed no longer interested in the detective’s group.

With a slightly pleased voice, the man of the lamp sent out an empathic wave.

[Now, come this way. A lamp prepared just for you.]

The Saint glanced at Junior 2 one last time and smiled softly, then slowly began walking into the smoke with the man of the lamp.

“Is there no way?”

Junior 2’s voice sounded a little anxious.

Hearing this, the Golden Horn Grim Reaper recalled a memory from earlier.