Chapter 511

The memories from the Manual Horror Mansion were still vivid.

Every time the woman recalled what happened that day, cold sweat would run down her spine.

The shock of discovering that the girl in the shark pajamas was actually the Gray Reaper, the blood-soaked hallway, and the moment she was suddenly left behind in the forest.

However, instead of being traumatized by such terrifying memories or suffering from nightmares, her everyday life was changing in an entirely different direction.

At first, it was just a simple thought: to try raising a Mini Reaper.

She wanted to spend her days with a cute Golden Reaper, just like she had seen on social media.

When she got home, the first thing she did was join a fan site, filled with thoughts of buying a Golden Reaper cookie.

Just imagining the first Golden Reaper she would meet on the streets made her heart race.

But fate began to flow in an unexpected direction.

The Mini Reaper she met on the path back home was completely unexpected.

It wasn’t a Golden Reaper that you could encounter countless times while walking the streets, nor was it the rare Black Reaper that occasionally appeared.

It wasn’t even the Purple Reaper, who was often seen on TV with her dazzling moves and heroic deeds.

And then there was the Orange Crown Reaper, who was famous for floating high in the sky and rarely encountered. He appeared as if he had been waiting for her.

It was truly as if she had been chosen by the Orange Reaper.

The Orange Reaper, known for floating gently, was a figure that most people considered to be a legend.

Although it was sometimes seen when looking up at the sky, almost no one had actually met it in person.

To have such a rare being approach so closely felt like something out of a fairy tale.

Moreover, the woman felt even more excited because she had always liked the Orange Reaper.

A calm, gentle smile.

A fluffy-looking furball.

And perhaps because of the furball, it even seemed like the perfect one to cuddle compared to the other Mini Reapers!

In that way, the woman was able to quickly cast away the terrifying memories from the Manual Horror Mansion and instead fill herself with anticipation for a new daily life.

The first few days spent with the Orange Reaper were like a happy time out of a picture.

They made interview Gray Reaper dolls together, cooked, and watched TV.

She could do all the things she had wanted to do once she had her Attachment Reaper.

What’s more, the Orange Reaper seemed much smarter than the Golden Reaper, as it would often help without even needing to be told.

When cooking, the Orange Reaper helped as if it were an experienced cook’s assistant.

Before the woman even thought she needed salt, the Orange Reaper would already bring the salt shaker.

When resting while watching TV, the same thing happened.

As soon as she wondered where the remote was, the Orange Reaper would appear with it from somewhere.

It was as though it could read her mind.

But as time passed, another side of the Orange Reaper began to reveal itself.

At first, it was just small pranks.

When the woman woke up in the morning, the remote control she had clearly placed on the table the night before would be found on top of the shoe rack.

She didn’t know how it happened, but the contents of the sugar and salt shakers were neatly swapped too.

Whenever she was puzzled, the Orange Reaper would make a completely innocent face, as if nothing had happened.

However, the woman couldn’t miss the mischievous glint in its eyes.

The pranks escalated over time.

It was strange, but she discovered that the dishes on the dining table would automatically slide towards the edges.

Luckily, she spotted them just before they were about to fall, but she was truly shocked at that moment.

‘!’

As the woman retraced the events since meeting the Orange Reaper, something unusual caught her eye.

“Ah, no!”

Her scream echoed through the house.

The Orange Reaper was pressing the keys on the laptop’s keyboard with its tiny feet.

But by the time she rushed over, the screen was already filled with blue.

She quickly picked up the Orange Reaper.

The soft fur touched her palm, and the sensation was incredibly gentle.

She should have been angry, but strangely, a warm feeling spread through her heart.

“You really…”

She sighed and gently pinched the Orange Reaper’s cheek.

The Orange Reaper simply smiled innocently.

‘This is strange…’

The woman pondered as she turned the laptop back on.

She wondered why the blue screen kept appearing every time the Orange Reaper stepped on the keyboard.

It was a symptom she rarely saw otherwise.

A suspicious thought crossed her mind.

Could the Orange Reaper do something more than just play pranks?

But she quickly shook her head.

‘Well, it can’t be. Right?’

As she stroked the warm fur of the Orange Reaper, those suspicions faded away quickly.

Now, the woman, who had already become a captive of the Orange Reaper, found it a bit troublesome that she couldn’t dislike the constant pranks.

Whenever she could have been angry, the Orange Reaper would notice and cling to her for comfort or offer small help, making it impossible to hate it.

Perhaps even these mischievous acts were just part of the Orange Reaper’s special charm, she thought.

Like a mischievous cat, it occasionally caused trouble, but that made it even more lovable.

‘It’s almost like the Gray Reaper…’

The woman smiled as she held the Orange Reaper.

Now, even these little troubles were becoming a part of the joy in her daily life.

I was dreaming.

I was a massive being drifting through infinite emptiness, staring into endless darkness.

At first, it felt unfamiliar, but soon, I instinctively realized that it was the Black Giant’s dream.

It was a dream of the Black Giant that I had started to have quite often.

The overwhelming power and omniscience that I felt each time flowed through my whole body.

But this time, something was different.

The world reflected in the giant’s eyes consisted only of two colors.

Pure white and jet black.

There were no shades, no shadows, no gradients—just the stark contrast of the brightest white and the deepest black.

It was like looking at a black-and-white print, with the world composed only of extreme contrasts.

No, compared to this vision of the Giant, a black-and-white print would have been much better.

With this vision, I couldn’t distinguish anything.

My own body or domain were all colored in dazzling white, while everything outside was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, without even a single speck of light.

This strange vision felt like looking at the world in a philosophical manner.

A world defined by the most fundamental dualities: existence and non-existence, light and dark, self and other.

In this world, colored in black, I was drifting endlessly, unable to make sense of anything.

In a world where everything except myself was painted black, even the sense of direction and the sense of time had no meaning.

But strangely enough, I didn’t feel fear in this infinite darkness.

This vision, where I couldn’t distinguish anything, felt entirely natural.

The problem was somewhere else.

An intense thirst was tormenting me, tormenting the Giant.

This wasn’t just a physical thirst.

It was a sense of something lost, something once possessed but now gone.

A sensation that somewhere in my existence, there was a hollow.

The Giant was pushing everything aside, looking for the lost black.

The half that was the only black and yet a part of itself.

The Giant constantly pushed aside the black, searching for its lost half.

Each time it advanced, tearing through the black void, the darkness it pushed aside flowed behind it like black paint.

For what seemed like an eternity, it continued.

Then, suddenly, an odd sensation surged.

The Giant’s body seemed to reject me, and my consciousness slowly began to slip away from the Giant’s body.

Like an out-of-body experience, I was being pulled out, growing further and further away.

At the same time, the world began to slowly regain its color.

Cracks began to form in the once solid black space.

Like the dawn breaking, the black veil tore, and colors started to seep through.

At first, it was a faint line crossing the world, but it gradually became clearer, until finally, the distinction between the sky and the earth emerged.

It was like witnessing the moment in Genesis when the heavens and earth were separated.

The black ground turned into a green forest, and the black sky turned into a blue sky.

As my vision returned to normal, everything I saw seemed very similar to the Earth’s environment.

However, the Giant’s body was still radiating a pure white light, untouched by any speck of dust.

If the color had returned, it should have been ‘black,’ but…

And just before my consciousness fully slipped away, something unexpected happened.

As if it had noticed my presence, the Giant slowly turned its head.

In that moment, I locked eyes with the Giant.

[■ ■ ■ ■ ■]

And with an incomprehensible resonance, I was expelled from the dream.

I woke up in the darkened isolation room, which hadn’t changed at all from before I fell asleep.

As usual, the light of the Golden Reapers clung to my body, blinking softly.

‘…What was that?’

A dream of the Black Giant, or rather, the White Giant.

Was it really a dream?

I turned on the TV in the isolation room with a confused mind.

[The Object Association has announced that a giant-shaped super-sized object has appeared in the border regions of Eastern Europe.]

And there on the screen was the object that looked exactly like the Giant I had seen.