Chapter 479
In the depths of the Mini Reaper Garden, on the endlessly stretching marshmallow plains, I was trying to alleviate my boredom.
Rolling around on the soft marshmallow, I gazed up at the sky where round, fluffy clouds slowly drifted by.
It was a cloud that occasionally appeared in the Mini Reaper Garden—belonging to the Orange Reaper.
As peaceful as ever, the scene seemed tranquil, but there was a void in the corner of my heart.
“When will I be able to watch TV again…?”
I let out a silent sigh, my will slipping away.
The Golden Reapers, who had been rolling around nearby with me, saw me sigh and immediately mimicked my silent sigh, laughing as if they found it amusing.
Soon enough, the Golden Reapers had gathered and started a game of silent sighing.
I couldn’t help it, and I grabbed the Golden Reapers who were imitating me and tossed them all into the sea of hot chocolate.
The Golden Reapers, who fell into the sea, began to laugh brightly, splashing around with their hands and feet, playing joyfully among themselves.
“The Golden Reapers always seem so happy…”
Meanwhile, here I am, bored without TV.
Among all the problems brought by the fusion of the Black Planet and Earth, the discontinuation of TV broadcasts was particularly devastating for me.
“Still, I’m lucky that I only have to wait a little longer.”
I recalled some good news I had recently heard, and a smile spread across my face.
It was thanks to a visit from a Golden Reaper who brought the news.
The memory of that day was still fresh in my mind.
“Mom! The TV is going to be fixed soon!”
As soon as the Golden Reaper saw me, he rushed over with a bright smile to share this news.
The news came without context, but what was even more surprising than the news itself was something else.
“A Golden Reaper understanding the concept of TV…”
I had known that the intellectual level of the Golden Reapers who frequented the James Tower was steadily rising.
But I never expected it to reach this point.
Moreover, that Golden Reaper even tried to explain in detail the process of fixing the TV. The explanation was so technical that even I couldn’t fully understand it.
Had a Golden Reaper finally become smarter than me?
I felt a bit mischievous, so I turned the Golden Reaper, who seemed to be James’s Attachment Reaper, into a “Detchi” right there.
The look of shock on the Golden Reaper’s face still lingers in my memory.
“Noo!!”
To the Golden Reaper, it must have felt like being turned into a Detchi for no reason at all.
But I had no regrets.
Sometimes, a bit of fun like this is necessary.
I rolled around on the soft marshmallow again and gazed at the sky.
The soft light filtering through the canopies created a drowsy atmosphere.
It was a peaceful sight, one that might make me think that this peaceful time without TV wasn’t so bad after all.
“Still, I hope the TV gets fixed soon.”
Once the TV is fixed, I’ll watch the news with Yerin… Just as I thought this, something strange caught my eye.
On the plains, white Reapers were scattered around, lying in various places like fallen flower petals.
And they all had expressions of grievance.
It was strange—no one had bothered them, yet they looked so upset.
“Waaah…”
The pitiful cries of the white Reapers floated in the wind.
Unable to contain my curiosity, I walked toward the Reapers.
Then, in that moment, I discovered something unexpected.
“Huh?”
On the backs of the white Reapers was a single word engraved on each of them.
Not a single one was missing.
<Ming!>
It was a large word, seemingly accusing Mingming, carved onto their backs like it had been gnawed by bugs.
What is this, some kind of parody of ‘Zhu Chao Wei Wang’?
Well, whether it was a parody of that or not didn’t really matter.
It was certainly an intriguing prank.
With a playful smile on my face, I began to walk in the direction where Mingming was.
As I walked, the pitiful cries of the white Reapers echoed in the background like a soundtrack.
Hehe.
A special day arrived deep in the Mini Reaper Garden.
A newly built arena, bathed in the light of the canopy, shone brilliantly for the Golden Reaper Tournament.
It was the first large-scale meeting since the Dome Incident.
Normally, the Mini Reapers would be scattered around, busy playing pranks, but one by one, they started gathering.
The newly built arena was more than enough to capture their attention.
“Wow, it’s huge!”
“It’s massive!”
A Golden Reaper tilted his head back and looked up at the building with awe.
The other Mini Reapers reacted similarly.
With its grandeur, comparable to the Mini Reaper Colosseum, and its old-fashioned design reminiscent of the Golden Reaper Knights’ fortress, the arena received rave reviews from all the Mini Reapers.
Inside the arena was even more impressive.
“Waaah.”
The white podium standing in the center was made by carving white Reapers into a square shape.
Except for the Orange Reaper, the Mini Reapers were always punctual, so the arena soon began to bustle with activity.
As the Mini Reapers filled the arena, it became like a colorful spring garden, with various hues adorning the space.
Finally, the moment to begin the meeting had arrived.
The Blue Idol Reaper ascended to the podium and, with a clear voice, announced the start of the Golden Reaper Tournament.
[We will begin the Golden Reaper Tournament!]
With that signal, the Golden Reaper Tournament officially began in the newly constructed arena.
Thud, thud.
As the tournament began, a Golden Reaper with a serious expression climbed onto the white podium.
The first agenda was surprisingly serious for the Mini Reapers.
It was a discussion about establishing an emergency Reaper network to protect humans from the Dome Incident.
The mischievous eyes of the usually playful Mini Reapers became serious.
Had it not been for my efforts to teleport here and there despite the annoyance, some of the Attachment Humans would have likely died.
“Humans are in danger!”
The Golden Reaper’s will on the podium was met with nods of agreement from the other Mini Reapers.
The safety of humans was more important to them than anything else.
But soon, the meeting returned to its usual playful nature.
The second agenda proposed introducing soft cookies as a mid-meeting snack.
As expected, after a heated debate, the vote was quickly rejected.
“Nooo!”
The Golden Reaper who proposed it collapsed in disappointment.
It was a classic Mini Reaper meeting, combining serious and playful moments.
Then, as the Golden Reaper who proposed the soft cookies was dragged away by the Black Reaper Guards, the laughter of the white Reapers echoed from the podium.
Hehehe.
Perhaps irritated by the laughter, a Ghost Reaper swiftly climbed onto the podium, replacing the Golden Reaper’s vacant spot.
With a sparkling ‘knife,’ the Ghost Reaper stabbed the white Reaper’s back.
“Waaah.”
The white Reaper’s cry resonated, and as the Ghost Reaper took his place on the podium, the Golden Reapers greeted him with joyful voices.
“Ghost sibling!”
“Sibling!”
Since the Golden Reaper was aiming to introduce soft cookies, the Ghost Reaper was likely pleased to see the Black Pudding.
But the proposal the Ghost Reaper presented was something unexpected.
It wasn’t about introducing Black Pudding.
Instead, it was about something none of them had ever thought of—the topic of “unit length.”
“We should use Mom units for length!”
The Ghost Reaper’s declaration caused the arena to fall silent.
It was a proposal to introduce a new unit of length called “Mam Feet.”
The standard for this unit would be “Mom’s shoe size.”
This unit would be divided into twelve parts, called “Mam Inches.”
At first, the Mini Reapers looked completely baffled, but gradually their expressions began to brighten.
“Mom units!”
“That sounds good!”
To the Mini Reapers, who loved “Mom,” the word was like magic.
Once they heard the proposal, most of the Mini Reapers enthusiastically supported it.
Of course, there were some who disagreed.
The Golden Reapers from James Tower, perhaps because the thought of it made their calculations dizzy, opposed it, but they were a minority.
With such passionate support, it seemed the result was a foregone conclusion.
A confident smile spread across the Ghost Reaper’s face.
But just then, a fatal rebuttal came from an unexpected source.
The Golden Reaper, who had been turned into a Detchi by Mom, stepped forward and shouted.
“Mom’s feet keep getting bigger, so the unit will change constantly!”
Suddenly, the arena froze.
“!!!!”
“!!!!!”
Shocked gasps echoed through the Mini Reapers.
This was a fatal blow to the credibility of the unit system.
The fact that Mom was getting chubbier was a well-known truth among the Mini Reapers.
“Nooo!”
With the Ghost Reaper’s anguished cry, the ambitious plan fell apart.
The Ghost Reaper, shrinking on the podium, seemed strangely pitiful.
In the depths of the Mini Reaper Garden, there was a special space just for the Hug Reapers.
The sweet scent of marshmallows gently spread in the air, and this place, known as the “Free Hug Zone” to the Mini Reapers, was always filled with warm embraces and happy willpower.
“Hug!”
The Hug Reaper embraced the Golden Reaper tightly with his little arms, smiling blissfully.
His face was full of pure joy, and warmth radiated from his small body.
“Hug!”
The Golden Reaper, too, laughed and shouted “Hug.”
“Hug sibling, so soft!”
“Hug sibling, so warm!”
It seemed the Golden Reapers liked hugs too, as the Hug Reaper was always surrounded by them.
For the Hug Reapers, who just loved the Mini Reapers without an Attachment Human, this place was heaven.
Today, like any other day, it was a moment of joyful embraces.
The Hug Reaper warmly welcomed a newly arrived Golden Reaper and hugged him gently.
In that instant.
The surroundings suddenly darkened.
An alien shadow blocked the light coming from the sky.
It was a huge shadow, much larger than any Mini Reaper.
The Hug Reaper, out of simple curiosity, turned around.
But in that moment, the Hug Reaper’s smile instantly disappeared.
The usual relaxed, bright, and warm energy was gone, replaced by pale fear that covered his small face.
The Hug Reaper’s body began to tremble.
His small hands gripped the Golden Reaper tightly, and the warmth that had always radiated from him turned into coldness.
It looked as though the enormous fear had completely taken over the Hug Reaper’s small body.
The Golden Reapers, too, noticed the Hug Reaper’s state and turned around with puzzled expressions.
There, a leaden doll, tinted in blue, was looking down at the Hug Reaper with a blank expression.
