Seoul Object Story

After destroying the lamp with firewood as if it were a repetitive task, I patted the head of the Black Grim Reaper, who had informed me of the lamp's location, praising him.

“You found the lamp. Good job.”

The Black Grim Reaper smiled happily, chuckling.

“How many lamps did you scatter across Earth?”

Meanwhile, I was getting a little tired of the seemingly endless lamp destruction work.

As I continued to scratch the Black Grim Reaper’s head, I teleported to the next Mini Grim Reaper.

The place I arrived at was an electronic cigarette shop in a Korean city.

There, a baby Golden Grim Reaper waved at me.

“Mom!”

A lamp in a place like this?

I had doubts, but I asked the Golden Grim Reaper about the lamp's location.

“This one!”

The Golden Grim Reaper pointed to an ordinary electronic cigarette.

“?”

This Golden Grim Reaper insisted that the cigarette, with its smoke, was a lamp because it was harmful and tempted people.

Of course, I turned this oddly logical baby Golden Grim Reaper into a dandelion.

“No!!”

Though there were many lamps where Mini Grim Reapers called me, there were just as many ridiculous ones like this.

It wasn’t species discrimination, but mainly the Golden Grim Reapers.

Though sometimes, other Mini Grim Reapers would act similarly, so I couldn’t help but think it was unavoidable.

Since it was something I couldn’t avoid, I decided to think of it as a break while tormenting Mini Grim Reapers.

I gave the dandelion-shaped Golden Grim Reaper’s belly a light pat, then moved on to the next Mini Grim Reaper.

I arrived at a charmingly decorated, rather spacious room.