Seoul Object Story

Under a night sky full of starlight instead of moonlight, the Mini Reaper Valhalla's grassy field quietly unfolded.

Under the beautiful starlight, the grass stirred, creating black waves in the wind, and these waves stretched endlessly, like a deep ocean.@@novelbin@@

The quiet scenery of Mini Reaper Valhalla was a place meant only for Mini Reapers, but the atmosphere seemed oddly out of place for them.

Without the usual sound of their tiny footsteps or the squeaking cries of the white anglerfish, only the sound of the wind caressing the grass floated through the air.

One by one, the Mini Reapers began to appear on the silent grassy field.

But they weren't their usual lively selves. Instead, they were limp, with their spirits seemingly lost.

They hung like vegetables that had wilted, without any strength.

Amidst the wilted grass, the administrator of Valhalla, the Lead Doll, was slowly walking.

Thud, thud.

The sound of the Lead Doll’s footsteps broke the stillness of the grassy field and echoed through the air.

Every time the Lead Doll found a fallen Mini Reaper, it would stop and carefully lift the child into its arms.

Its touch was as gentle as a mother comforting a child.

Pat, pat, the small sound of the back being patted echoed through the night air.

It felt as though the sound was saying:

"Wake up quickly, and when you do, come back to your mother."

The Mini Reapers quickly opened their eyes at the soft touch.

At first, they rubbed their eyes in confusion, but soon realized the situation and their eyes grew wide in surprise.