Chapter 470
On the top floor of James Tower, located on the outskirts of Songpa-gu, James turned his plush leather chair towards the window and sat down.
The late afternoon sunlight poured through the massive glass window, casting a warm shadow on one side of his face.
The view of the city beyond the window was peaceful.
So peaceful, in fact, that the chaos that had recently shaken the world seemed almost like a dream.
“It seems like it’s finally settling down,” James muttered as he gazed outside.
There was a sense of relief in his voice.
Although his desk was still piled high with paperwork that needed to be dealt with, there were no new tasks requiring his approval for the moment.
The brief respite he was enjoying was actually the result of the Golden Reaper’s intervention, who had sent a few “resting requests” to ensure he took a break.
Once this break ended, he’d be buried once again in the mountain of paperwork, but just knowing that the end was in sight gave him a sense of renewed energy.
James took a sip from his coffee cup.
The “Nameless” incident.
It wasn’t just a simple object accident—it was a massive ripple that shook the very existence of humanity.
As people’s forgotten memories suddenly resurfaced, the world was engulfed in greater turmoil and social unrest than expected.
The very fact that objects either forgot or brought back human memories was unsettling in itself.
For people who weren’t in object-related professions, it must have felt like a denial of their very selves.
The terrified people flooded the streets, holding protests in an attempt to calm their anxieties.
Conspiracy theories targeting these fears kept pouring out.
And people who even began to doubt their own memories and identities emerged in droves.
The entire world was in a complete frenzy.
But when looking down at Songpa-gu from the window, there was no trace of that chaos.
The footsteps of the people walking on the streets were calm, and the sight of the Golden Reapers walking alongside them felt like a scene from a fairytale.
“Such a peaceful atmosphere,” a small smile crept onto James’s lips.
Of course, the peace wasn’t just an impression; it was real.
The more densely populated with Mini Reapers the area, the less the social unrest caused by the Nameless incident.
Places like the United States, Korea, and especially Seoul, where Mini Reapers roamed frequently, were almost entirely unaffected.
And over time, the chaos triggered by the Nameless incident began to subside.
In reality, nothing had actually changed.
People feared that it was just a prelude to something much bigger, but as time passed, no event occurred.
Even the object industry, most affected by the Nameless incident, hadn’t seen any real changes.
The method of naming objects continued as usual.
Even without the Nameless incident appearing, the fear of carelessly naming something was far too great.
For example, how many people would be willing to risk their lives to call the Gray Reaper “<KR – 897>”?
James himself certainly wasn’t willing to do such a thing.
In the end, the Nameless incident concluded without any significant change, and things returned to following tradition.
James continued to enjoy his brief respite as he pondered these thoughts.
Then, something small caught his attention.
The Golden Reaper, who had been spending time with him, started acting strangely.
Normally, the Golden Reaper would energetically walk around him, but now, it had tilted its head back and was staring at the sky.
“Is something wrong?” James asked softly, gently patting the Golden Reaper’s round head.
The golden hair glowed faintly as it shimmered like scattered stardust.
“I don’t know…” The Golden Reaper merely tilted its head, unsure of what was bothering it.
Unlike its usual confident demeanor, there was an anxious aura around the Golden Reaper.
James began to feel uneasy as he observed the creature, which continued to stare at the sky with a slightly furrowed brow.
He picked up a cookie from the desk and offered it to the Golden Reaper, thinking that perhaps a sweet treat might calm its nervous energy.
Following the Golden Reaper’s gaze, he looked up at the sky.
A faint, hazy planet filled the heavens.
“By the way, the Black Planet is old news now,” James murmured, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips.
People still referred to it as the “Black Planet” out of habit, but in reality, it was no longer black.
The green forests and blue oceans blended together, making it resemble a second Earth.
James gazed at the now fully green and blue Black Planet, silently murmuring to himself.
“The Gray Reaper must have done this.”
What had once been a foreboding and ominous Black Planet had turned green, and from the circumstances, it was clear the Gray Reaper was responsible.
The sound of the Golden Reaper nibbling on the cookie echoed softly in the quiet office.
James listened to the sound, savoring his moment of peace.
In the middle of this leisurely moment, the Golden Reaper suddenly dropped the cookie, leaping towards James’s face with an alarmed expression.
“Watch out!” Before James could assess the situation, the Golden Reaper threw itself towards his face.
The creature’s body blocked his view.
And through the pudgy belly, James saw a huge shadow approaching with incredible speed.
What he saw next was the Black Planet, no longer black, hurtling toward Earth at terrifying speed.
In a secluded area of the Sehee Research Institute, a rarely used isolation room.
The quiet peace of the isolation room seemed to suspend time itself.
Yerim and the Saint Doll were deeply engrossed in their respective tasks, while the Lead Doll gently petted the Reapers and Mini Reapers.
Looking at the peaceful scene, I was happily devouring the kidnapped White Reapers, one by one, with an insatiable appetite.
Though the Lead Doll sent a concerned glance as I consumed the Reapers, I simply ignored it, laughing mischievously.
The White Reapers seemed to prefer being devoured, anyway.
Suddenly, an odd sensation enveloped my body.
It felt like something enormous was rapidly approaching us, as if the air itself was rushing toward us.
“Reaper? What’s going on?” Yerim’s worried voice reached me, but I had no time to think about it.
It felt like something large was rapidly closing in, and the air seemed to shift as if it were being swept by the wind.
Despite being indoors, this strange feeling made every nerve in my body stand on edge.
‘Why does it feel like wind is blowing?’
I tilted my head to look up at the ceiling, expecting to see air flowing in.
Then, I saw it.
A faint, flowing wind.
But it wasn’t air simply moving; the entire space seemed to be softly flowing away as if being pushed by some force.
It was a strange phenomenon I had never seen before!
‘!’
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
I immediately summoned all my strength and enveloped the entire Sehee Research Institute with the Mini Reaper Garden.
Like a dome, the canopy of the Mini Reaper Garden rapidly covered the research institute.
As soon as the canopy settled, a bright flash of light enveloped the world.
When the dazzling glow faded, I instinctively sensed something was wrong.
I quickly stepped outside the institute, followed by Yerim, the Saint Doll, and the Lead Doll.
In the hallway, many research staff had gathered, their faces filled with confusion.
As we passed them, the Mini Reapers began to gather as well.
Some of them followed us with serious expressions, while others followed joyfully, like they were marching.
The little footsteps echoed through the corridor.
We eventually reached the main entrance of the Sehee Research Institute, where an unfamiliar scene and scent greeted us.
The familiar view of Songpa-gu was gone, replaced by a massive primeval forest.
The scent of wet plants filled the air, flowing all the way to the research institute’s parking lot.
The jungle was so dense that sunlight couldn’t even penetrate, and it stretched endlessly before me.
The world had completely changed.
In the suffocatingly humid jungle, two pairs of eyes cautiously moved through the thick foliage.
One pair belonged to a harmless-looking green object, and the other was a pair of eyes belonging to a blonde Western woman.
“Where the hell are we…?”
The voice of the cabbage woman trembled as she spoke, her gaze nervously shifting around.
Fear of the unfamiliar environment was evident in her voice.
It was only natural for her to be scared.
Just moments ago, she had been in the middle of the city.
By her side, Mingming’s voice rang out confidently.
“Ming…!”
Though it was a small and cute sound, it carried an air of strong confidence.
It was as though she was saying, “I’m here!” with a sense of pride.
In truth, Mingming had every reason to be confident.
This dense jungle was the perfect environment for Mingming to fully utilize her camouflage abilities.
Even if someone tried to find her, locating her in this endless green maze would be nearly impossible.
Yet, despite this, she trembled with unease.
Beyond the thick jungle leaves, the sky no longer appeared blue.
Instead, the sky above them was filled with a dazzling array of colorful stars, like pieces of the universe itself had been sewn into the heavens.
The red, blue, and purple stars blended together in a truly fantastical sight.
But the cabbage woman couldn’t bring herself to admire it.
That sky was a symbol of the ominous, something that anyone from James’s research institute would recognize.
‘Why does this keep happening to me…!’
The cabbage woman muttered to herself with a resigned expression.
After a flash of white light, she found herself in the middle of the jungle once again.
It was so surreal that it felt like a dream.
But the firm ground beneath her feet and the humid air she breathed told her that this was very much reality.
