Seoul Object Story
Chapter 246

I traced the distinct scar on my neck, gazing down at the blazing stick Object.

It was easier than I thought.

The stick Object had been formidable, with tricky destruction conditions and a significant presence as an Object.

Moreover, unlike usual, I couldn’t summon my mini Reaper garden or call upon the mini Reapers. Yet, I’d managed to dispatch it surprisingly easily.

Thanks to the stick Object’s unexpected terror upon meeting my “eyes.”

As I touched the scar encircling isekai Yerin’s neck, I felt a mix of slight regret and relief.

The regret stemmed from this being a dream, meaning I couldn’t take out my frustrations on the skewer Object that had wounded Yerin.

If only it could revive in the mini Reaper garden, I’d torment it endlessly…

The relief came from this being a dream.

Thank goodness Yerin won’t actually be scarred.

Lost in these thoughts, I crouched down and poked the fallen stick Object with a twig.

Beside me, the blue-haired girl and the cult leader-like man engaged in serious conversation.

“Purple Blade. Definitely the moon’s power. But why would the moon attack alchemists?”

The man rummaged through the burning Object’s remains, and muttered.

“The moon and alchemists were supposed to be allies.”

“If the Purple Moon has truly begun attacking humans, we’re in deep trouble. We must return to the Alchemy Guild immediately and form a plan. The Purple Moon is the strongest moon. Left unchecked, this could be catastrophic.”

Having extracted a sample of the Purple Blade from the debris, the man seemed eager to leave the city at once.

Seeing this, the blue-haired girl wagged her finger, her expression suggesting she wanted to give him a playful knock on the head.

“Hmph. No, the moon isn’t the problem.”

The blue-haired girl produced a long glass rod and extracted a viscous black liquid from the Object’s remains.

“Evolution fluid?”

“Yes, that’s the real issue. Honestly, something felt off from the start.”

The blue-haired girl adopted an exaggerated pose, as if pitching a product on a home shopping network or promoting a cult.

“This isn’t your everyday evolution fluid! Drink it and evolve to immortality! Spray it on Magic Book and watch them dissolve! It’s miracle water! No side effects! No environmental pollution!! The alchemist’s ultimate dream come true!”

After her loud proclamation, she cleared her throat and continued more seriously.

“Doesn’t it seem odd? That such a perfect, beneficial substance just appeared? Such a scam-like material is bound to have terrible side effects.”

“You’re suggesting the current Alchemy Guild Master, hailed as the world’s greatest genius, is deceiving people.”

The man pondered briefly before adding, “Come to think of it, there were those blackened hermit crabs too. That must be connected to the Purple Moon’s minions and this evolution fluid.”

As I listened to their conversation, I realized this dream dealt with a much earlier time period.

In the blue-haired girl’s previous dreams, we’d only seen her responding to the evolution fluid’s effects.

Moreover, the blue-haired girl’s power level seemed incomparably lower than in other dreams.

Suddenly, a purple conch shell materialized in mid-air.

It was as if invisible hands were slowly crafting it from thin air.

The shell floated, emitting a faint light, with muffled voices leaking from within.

It was a dream waypoint, guiding me with its faint whispers.

I picked up the shell with a hint of anticipation.

But the moment I grasped it, the sky split open with a deafening roar.

Between the ominously darkened clouds, space itself cracked like shattered glass.

Through that gap, a massive Object’s hand reached out, slowly descending toward the city.

***

An ominous shadow fell over the Purple Moon city.

A colossal hand, its presence threatening to crush everything around it, slowly descended from the clouds.

While the citizens dealing with the city’s crisis all looked up, the blue-haired girl’s gaze shifted downward.

She saw purple light flooding the ground.

This light, brimming with the Purple Moon’s power, etched words into the ground, walls, and ceilings.

The moment she saw those words, a wave of endless terror washed over her.

Don't write this name.

Don't look at this name.

Don't speak this name.

Don't remember this name.

The hand piercing the sky spread mental pollution, making people recoil from the etched name.

Yet, amidst this overwhelming fear, the blue-haired girl recalled several pieces of information.

The erased existence she’d been tracking to uncover its identity.

The erased name written in countless documents.

The powerful Magic Book trying to erase the name that appeared in the city’s sky.

“The Magic Book that killed a god”

—with no details remaining except its alias.

From these seemingly unrelated bits of information, the girl drew one conclusion.

A name many had tried to record.

But an erased name.

A Magic Book that killed a god in ancient times.

Could the erased existence be the name of a long-dead faith from ancient times?

The blue-haired girl finally looked up and shouted at the sky.

“The Magic Book that killed a god!”

This moment provided an answer to the blue-haired girl who had long pursued the “erased existence.”

Yes, what I’ve been searching for was “the name of a god.”

But could she survive the Magic Book that killed a god with this realization?

As she pondered this, the black and white-clad girl approached with heavy steps.

Holding the fading purple conch shell, she spoke:

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

Though her pronunciation was a bit off, her words were immensely reassuring.

***

The giant hand clawed at the city.

Sturdy buildings crumbled helplessly, sweeping countless people away.

But that wasn’t the main problem.

The bigger issue was something unidentified killing people within the city.

Even in streets untouched by the massive hand, corpses littered the ground.

These bodies were shredded by something razor-sharp.

In a corner of this ravaged city, an alchemist frantically scratched at his forearm.

“Erase it. Erase, damn you!”

He clawed so deep that blood vessels showed and blood streamed, but it wouldn’t erase.

The ominous name etched on his forearm.

For reasons unknown, it was an utterly terrifying name.

Crack.

Suddenly, the sound of stone walls being mercilessly gouged rang out.

The man inhaled sharply and turned, but saw nothing.

Only the stone wall where the name had been inscribed now lay crumbled, as if torn by sharp claws.

“Aaaagh!”

Gripped by terror, the man could only flee screaming.

Pale from blood loss, he gasped for breath and hid beneath an old building.

It was a cramped, dusty space where he could barely crouch, but the enclosed atmosphere brought him some comfort.

Then, something damp touched his fingertips.

“Huh?”

He turned to see countless shredded corpses piled deep under the building.

“Hah… hah…”

The man tried to slowly crawl out, stifling his screams, but a grotesque hand reached out from the corpse pile and grabbed him firmly.

“No!”

And just like that, he was dragged in and torn to shreds like the other bodies.

***

The moment I saw that ominous hand jutting from the sky, an old memory surfaced.

Nameless.

A name I’d definitely been taught at the Object Association, but had somehow forgotten.

The malevolence I sensed from this ominous hand reminded me of what I’d felt at the “Gyeyang Mountain Temporary Camp.”

The Object that appeared in the city’s sky was undoubtedly “Nameless.”

“Nameless,” having broken through the clouds, ceaselessly clawed at the city.

With each swipe of its nails, buildings collapsed and countless lives vanished.

What appeared before the blue-haired girl and me were swarms of smaller “Nameless.”

Grotesquely twisted heads, torsos, and legs.

Objects with arms identical to the giant hand floating in the sky.

These small “Nameless” slowly approached, tearing people apart with their sharp claws.

They walked slowly, yet suddenly appeared right in front of you, or sprang out from enclosed spaces.

Still, compared to its reputation as a world-class special Object and its perceived rank, it’s quite manageable!

Even I had thought that at first.

Initially, they were easily sliced by spatial cuts and crumbled when I “squeezed” space.

But as time passed, it grew increasingly difficult.

As if they were adapting to my abilities.

Spatial cuts no longer severed them cleanly, and when I “squeezed” space, they broke through with a grinding noise.

Moreover, the destruction condition was problematic.

<The complete death of a god.>

What even is a god?

I should’ve realized when it was classified as a global special-class Object!

At this rate, completing the purple conch shell’s mission to reveal the dream’s true ending seemed impossible.

The conch’s hint was simple:

[Protect the blue-haired girl and survive in this city for one hour.]

It had seemed quite easy at first, but now…

The white flames used by the blue-haired girl and her master were quite powerful, but “Nameless” quickly gained immunity, rendering them useless.

This is bad. We can’t last an hour like this.

Just as I considered summoning Halo, risking isekai Yerin’s body being torn apart—

Something snow-white burst through the wall, scattering the smaller “Nameless” in all directions.

“Hungry Ghost!”

The blue-haired girl greeted the white boulder with a bright smile.

Hungry Ghost!

Seeing the Hungry Ghost, a brilliant idea struck me.

With a Hungry Ghost that size, couldn’t I use Halo?

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