Seoul Object Story

The moment I decided to move across space at the Golden Reaper’s call, I had already arrived at the Rift Research Institute.

It was as if I had always been there.

The Golden Reaper, surprised by my sudden appearance, widened its eyes in shock.

As I looked around, the familiar scene of the Rift Research Institute from before unfolded before me.

Outside the window, fragmented time flowed by, and transparent containment chambers lined the institute.

I smiled at the sight, thinking of the Golden Reaper’s growth.

‘Now, you can call me from beyond space.’

As I marveled at it, the Golden Reaper, looking worried, pulled at me urgently.

Thud-thud.

I followed the Golden Reaper’s lead and opened the large door, walking slowly inside.

And through the large door, I saw the research director, who appeared to be in very poor condition.

It felt like it had been a long time since I last saw him, perhaps because I had just returned from the color universe.

The director was muttering unintelligible words while writing something.

He was so focused on his work that he didn’t even notice I had entered.

Surrounding the director were alchemical books, likely brought from James Research Institute.

I quietly approached and saw that the director was writing in the Object language.

But the writing was nothing more than a jumble of fragmented, incomprehensible characters.@@novelbin@@

So, I picked up a paper that had fallen on the floor and read something I could understand.

‘Oh.’

From what I could roughly gather, the director was researching the origin of the Objects.

The director seemed quite capable, getting closer to uncovering the truth of the color universe despite having only very limited materials and cases.

However, the color universe was far too harmful for humans to handle, and the director was slowly succumbing to madness.