Chapter 463

‘…’

I was dreaming the dream of the Blue Girl.

Her body, somewhat uncomfortable compared to the Gray Reaper’s.

Maybe because I had once properly controlled the Blue Girl’s body, I instantly recognized the familiar feeling and could tell right away.

In the dream, the Blue Girl was walking along the mystical path I had taken.

A high and strange path that seemed to lead to the sky.

Perhaps because it was far too long for a human stride to cover, the Blue Girl was riding on a peculiar mount.

It was a white Reaper with long limbs, resembling the black Reaper’s black Ajwi I had seen at the top of the tower.

It was the same white Reaper Mini Yerin had once seen, but now it had grown at least twice its previous size.

It now looked similar in size to the white Reaper that had joined my garden.

Kkyu-hing-hing.

The White Reaper seemed dissatisfied with its long legs, making the kkyu-hing-hing sound with every step it took.

But, as the legs had grown longer, its speed had also increased dramatically.

The Blue Girl, holding onto the White Reaper’s antenna, was laughing joyfully as it moved at such speed.

Because of the fast pace, her hair fluttered in the wind like a flag.

The Master Reaper sat behind her, on the spacious back of the White Reaper, which was still somewhat stiff, muttering in slight admiration.

“It may look a bit unsettling, but… as a means of transport, it’s groundbreaking.”

The admiration was tinged with some distaste for the odd-looking Reaper with its long legs.

Upon hearing this, the Blue Girl mumbled in a slightly sulky tone.

“It’s cute though… I’m sure, eventually, everyone will want a Reaper like this to ride.”

The Master Reaper didn’t respond to her pouting and instead looked around with a curious gaze.

After all, this was a path that could hardly be explained by physics.

The path stretched to the sky without any supports but remained firm, not crumbling, and he marveled at the distant ground far below and the clouds drifting by along the sides of the path.

“To think such a path was hidden near the city.”

“This path could only be found under very special conditions,” the Blue Girl explained with a smile.

“As far as my research goes… it seems that only a magical book that listens to wishes and grants them can reveal the path.”

“Meaning, only the ‘descendants of gods,’ as the church says, can find it.”

“Well, I’m not sure if we’re truly descendants of gods though.”

The Blue Girl, who had been laughing, paused for a moment before adding, “There are other conditions as well, but… I can’t explain them in words. It’s because of the ‘Book that Killed God,’ you see.”

The Master Reaper nodded slightly, as if agreeing, and added, “Even if the Book that Killed God is broken, it still seeks the ‘record of the gods,’ so we must be careful.”

As they continued their conversation, they finally reached the plateau.

It was the same barren plateau I had seen, but two things were different.

The massive claw marks that had been where the city once stood were gone.

And where the black corpse had vanished like a mirage, the Black Giant lay in a deep slumber.

The size of the giant corpse was clearly different from the Black Giant that had died in the Invariant Field.

It was a colossal body, so huge that it seemed to touch the sky, reaching into space.

As I looked at the body, I realized.

This plateau had been created specifically for the Black Giant.

The Blue Girl and the Master Reaper stood on the vast plateau, gazing at the giant Black Giant.

The Black Giant didn’t move at all, but even in its stillness, it radiated an overwhelming presence.

The Blue Girl observed the Black Giant with a calm expression.

It was as if she didn’t feel the immense pressure it radiated.

But the Master Reaper’s expression was different.

His eyes shone with the look of someone who had discovered the answer to a long-held mystery, and there was a sense of awe in his whole being.

To me, it seemed like he was acting a bit mad.

Yes, it reminded me of the “cult leader” I had seen before.

“This is the true god…”

The Master Reaper’s voice trembled slightly.

His words scattered in the air, but they seemed to be directed at himself.

The Blue Girl, still focused on observing the giant, didn’t notice the Master Reaper’s agitation.

Her gaze was fixed solely on the massive black figure.

“Humans killed the gods. And then they needed them again.”

The Master Reaper muttered to himself.

As the Blue Girl, engrossed in her observations, heard his words, she responded almost like reciting an ancient verse.

“The gods were cruel, but they protected humans.”

Then, as she accepted the Master Reaper’s words, the Blue Girl slowly extended her palm.

A faint light gathered on her palm.

It was as if countless fireflies were dancing in the air, beautiful and mesmerizing.

On her palm, slowly taking shape, was none other than firewood.

Compared to the firewood I used, its color, brightness, and perfection were all lacking, but it was definitely firewood.

“May the wishes of those who need you reach you.”

As she spoke, the light on her palm shot toward the Black Giant.

At that moment.

Grind, grind.

The sound of massive claws scraping the ground echoed across the plateau.

It was the sound of a permanent scar being etched into the indestructible plateau.

And then, the eyes of the giant, which had been closed for eons, slowly opened.

The movement was slow, but its meaning was intense.

The god had awakened.

And with that, I, too, awoke from my sleep.

James Tower, on the outskirts of Songpa District.

Recently, James Tower had been extremely busy due to several incidents.

The appearance of the massive gray Reaper on the surface of the Black Planet.

The slight change in color of the planet, which had once looked as dark as ink.

And the appearance of grass and trees on the planet, slowly turning it green.

Of course, the situation was still ongoing, so James Tower remained on high alert, but James was enjoying a brief break with the Golden Reapers.

‘If you work too much, humans die!’

The Golden Reapers really did look sad when they worked too much.

So, James made sure to get enough sleep and took breaks now and then.

James, sipping warm hot chocolate, sat with the Golden Reapers, watching a personal broadcast channel called Mini Reaper Today.

Lately, the channel had been steadily growing, focusing on the increasingly popular Mini Reapers.

It seemed that the Mini Reapers had spread as widely as dogs and cats by now.

Before, all the Mini Reaper channels were conspiracy theory channels, but thanks to the efforts of James’ research institute and the Object Association, things were changing.

James frequently watched the videos with the Golden Reapers during his breaks as they began to understand the content.

One video showed a black Reaper fumbling around, trying to protect an attachment human who was terrified of a small dog.

The dog was quite small and appeared harmless, yet the attachment human was genuinely terrified of it.

The black Reaper, sensing both the dog’s and human’s emotions, fumbled around before a sudden idea crossed its face.

With a scary expression, the black Reaper smashed the concrete wall with a powerful punch.

The dog, startled, ran away.

The attachment human, initially praising the Reaper, then noticed the completely destroyed wall and was shocked, and the video ended.

‘Ah! You shouldn’t destroy human property…’

The Golden Reaper looked uneasy, as if it had done something wrong when the black Reaper broke the wall.

James laughed at the Golden Reaper and patted its head slowly.

Switching to the next video, a familiar streamer appeared, broadcasting with a Golden Reaper on their shoulder.

This was the same streamer who had first discovered the “Gray Reaper on the Black Planet.”

Seeing the Golden Reaper on the stream, it seemed like the “Golden Reaper on the Pizza Box Operation” had been successful.

‘?’

The Golden Reaper looked curious as it saw James laughing.

“It’s nothing,” James replied, before moving to the next video.

Suddenly, an urgent signal began blaring from James’ phone.

‘No!’

The Golden Reaper lay sprawled on the floor with a sad expression, but James answered the phone with a serious look.

[Boss! Most people have recalled “No Name”!]

“…”

Upon hearing that, James finally wore the expression of someone who knew this moment would come.

There had been signs of it for quite some time.

It had always been a loose rule, and recently the rule of “No Name” had been getting even looser.

Moreover, cases of it not showing up at all had been increasing.

James put the phone down, grabbed his coat, and gathered the Golden Reapers, heading out of his office.

It was time to get back to work.