Chapter 488
The James Tower, deep within the jungle, was in chaos.
With the exception of the security team, all staff members had been restricted from moving, while the security staff ran frantically around, their faces pale.
The sound of hurried footsteps, terrified employees, the loud blaring of emergency sirens, and the spinning red lights filled the air.
It was a state of emergency.
“This is bad.”
James, now wearing a protective helmet, gave instructions to his staff while hurriedly rushing somewhere.
Just a few minutes ago, James Tower had been calm, but as soon as a broadcast was transmitted on the TV, the emergency situation began.
A sudden breach of the main system, the entire building’s lockdown, and the unauthorized broadcast of the Golden Tyranno.
It was a clear terrorist attack, executed with a specific purpose in mind.
“Has communication still not been restored?”
James asked his secretary as he rushed through the corridors.
“Yes, the main system has been recovered, but all communication channels are still down.”
As soon as James saw the broadcast that he hadn’t authorized, he attempted to contact Sehee Research Institute through all available means.
Wired, wireless, and satellite communications.
Even the Golden Reaper network using the attachment Reaper.
But none of them worked.
Moreover, James Tower could not be exited, not by humans or even the Mini Reapers.
The Golden Reapers, who had visited the tower as couriers, were now trapped within the tower.
“An object performing such a sophisticated operation…”
James, deep in thought as he hurried, finally arrived at the broadcast room.
At that moment, voices from the security team could be heard.
“Entry successful!”
“Broadcast room secured.”
With those words, the interior of the broadcast room appeared before James.
Thick steel doors lay scattered across the floor. Security team members had rushed in, and some of the staff were still struggling, tied up.
“We’re the only ones who are still sane.” “Let me go. Wake up! You’re all mentally contaminated!” “We need to broadcast to the Gray Reaper!” “The Gray Reaper will save America.” “We need to drive the Gray Reaper out of Korea!”
The captured employees spoke continuously, their eyes glowing red, muttering incoherent things.
The security staff, feeling no need to converse with those mentally contaminated, merely sealed their lips and escorted them out of the broadcast room.
James sighed as he retrieved the Golden Reaper from the broadcasting capsule.
Once the Golden Reaper was removed from the system, the Golden Tyranno broadcast that had been airing ceased.
“To think that the emergency broadcast system created for such a scenario would cause these problems. My mistake.”
With that, James left the broadcast room and issued his next command.
“From now on, we execute the escape plan. No matter what means are necessary.”
The enemy’s objective had become clear. They didn’t want James Research Institute’s staff leaving James Tower.
As alchemy was completed, the golden light rising from the flames spread out in all directions.
The light scattered in every direction began to burn through the red mist, straightening the twisted space.
In the midst of that brilliance, it felt like the voice of the Master Reaper echoed.
“Kkyu.” [Well done. You have a talent for alchemy.]
And as the blinding light that had filled the space faded, a dreadful scene unfolded before the Bleached Reaper.
The Master Reaper lay on the floor, its body broken from exerting all its energy. The concrete walls around them were a deep red, as though soaked in blood. Shattered windows and sharp glass shards lay scattered all around.
It was truly a ruin.
“Maah…”
The most ominous thing, however, was the smell of blood filling the space.
The Bleached Reaper, suppressing its unease, walked forward, trying to find its lost companions.
As it walked down the corridor of the now ruined institute, the smell of burning metal filled the air.
All of a sudden, every sense became heightened.
One step, then another.
The door to a room at the end of the hallway was half open.
The Bleached Reaper walked cautiously toward it, its steps trembling.
Red light spilled from the gap, coloring the corridor floor with blood.
‘!!!’
As soon as the Bleached Reaper stepped inside, it froze in place.
The small research room was filled with a scene resembling hell.
Corpses were piled high like mountains.
But these were no longer human forms.
The bodies, twisted in grotesque ways, were piled up in the narrow room.
Some had their insides exposed, with organs and bones replacing their skin. Others had their entire bodies twisted like knots, contorted in pain.
All the bodies shared one thing in common.
They had died in the most agonizing ways possible.
And beside these corpses, the Golden Reapers clung to them.
“Human, you can’t die…”
“I’ll die in your place.”
The Golden Reapers, who had already lost consciousness, were drenched in endless regret, as if trapped in a nightmare.
They were nothing more than corpses forever trapped in a dream.
The words of the Attachment Reaper, who had died along with the Golden Reaper, echoed.
“It’s okay. I’ll save you.”
“I’ll only eat one pudding a day. No, I won’t eat it anymore. You can’t die…”
Although the Attachment Reaper had already died in a horrific state, the Golden Reapers held onto hope.
“Maah…”
Mom, I need to call mom.
If it’s mom, she can save me.
“Maah—!” “Maah—!!” “Maah—!!!”
But no matter how much the Bleached Reaper poured out its will, there was no response from mom.
At that moment, a massive dome began to appear in the Bleached Reaper’s field of vision.
Through the cracked ceiling, the enormous dome slowly rose, filling the sky like a dark planet.
It began to slowly rise, covering the sky.
As the dome rose, it formed a perfect sphere.
As the Bleached Reaper gazed at the sphere, it realized.
That the dome had reached its final form.
The color universe, which had once flickered on the surface of the dome, had now moved into the sky, and the dome was drenched in a sticky, crimson hue.
“Mom… hurry up.”
“Mom is never late.”
The Bleached Reaper, looking up at the sphere through the cracks in the ceiling, wished for an unreachable will.
Deep within Sehee Research Institute, in my comfortable isolation room.
The fascinating Golden Tyranno news broadcast suddenly cut off, as if it had been abruptly severed.
‘?’
Something felt off, but I dismissed it as a glitch due to the Golden Reaper network’s initial broadcast.
I had planned to head to the United States, thinking the Golden Tyranno was there, but I suddenly had a strange, uncomfortable feeling.
It felt like I would regret going to America.
‘Hmm…’
Of course, there was no concrete reason for this feeling.
Moreover, even if I were to go to America, I could return to Korea in a second, so the chance of something going wrong seemed almost non-existent.
My rational mind told me it would be fine to go to America, but my gut whispered that I should definitely not go.
Hmm.
Hmmm.
I decided, after much deliberation, to forgo my trip to America.
“Well, the Tyranno isn’t going to run away anywhere…”
Ever since my rebirth, I had resolved to never ignore these ominous premonitions.
I wasn’t exactly the sharpest, so I often trusted my gut over my reason.
And lately, I hadn’t been using my brain much, so it seemed like my intelligence was further deteriorating.
It was better to trust my gut than ask the Golden Reaper to roll the dice!
Even so, despite abandoning the idea of going to America, the uneasy feeling didn’t go away.
So, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and connected to the Golden Reaper network.
“I delivered five letters today!”
“Star candy tastes good.”
“There’s an incredibly large tadpole here! It’s as big as a head!”
“The toothpaste is more bitter than coffee. It feels like poison!”
“Really?”
“Ants are sticking to it and moving around, so cool.”
Various useless and noisy messages poured into the chat room.
It felt like something similar to a chat room with millions of participants.
Interestingly, even in the chaos of the Golden Reaper network’s will, the Golden Reapers were communicating with ease. It was one of the greatest mysteries of the Golden Reapers.
I focused all my senses as I sifted through the torrent of wills, looking for the one I was searching for.
‘!!!!’
After a while, I caught a faint trace of will.
“Mom… come… now.” “Mom is never late.”
The message was so faint and weak that it was hard to understand, and I couldn’t track where it had come from.
But I put on the halo of space and dove into it with all my strength.
There was a high chance I would fail in the search and fall into the void…
But I succeeded in the gamble.
And I witnessed the dome slowly splitting open like a giant egg.
