A tree pulsating in deep blue and these majestic walls... It was like something out of a dream.


    As I watched the ss fragments twirl around in those mysterious colors, I heard James'' voice cut through my reverie.


    “We should head back now. It’s not good to stay on the wall for too long.”


    Ugh, really? I felt a pout forming, but I just sighed and hopped onto the cart, cradling Reaper, who waszily hanging in my arms.


    I could alwayse backter to see it again, right?


    We rode down the wall in the cart, which hummed quietly like it didn’t have a care in the world. James, who was driving, had this smug look on his face as he spoke.


    “If youpare the time on your wristwatch with your phone right now, I bet you''ll be surprised.”


    What was he on about? With a huff, I pulled out my phone to check—and yep, just like he said, I was totally shocked!


    I could''ve sworn I set my watch right when wended at the airport, but it was nearly two hours off! Like, how does that even happen?


    While I fiddled with my watch, setting it to match my phone, I shot a question at James.“Is this whole time wonkiness thing because of the wall we just climbed?”


    “Bingo! I don’t know if it’s the tree or the space where that tree’s hanging out, but yeah, the flow of time on the wall is aplete mess.”


    Reaper must’ve found that interesting because it paused mid-pudding and perked up to look at James.


    I mean, I kinda wanted to go back and stare at that tree some more, but the thought of time being all messed up made me squirm.


    “Still, it’s manageable on the wall since time only speeds up or slows down by, like, fifty percent. But if you go beyond the wall, that’s where things get tricky. Even if you just spend a day inside and thene out, the time gap would be huge.”


    Reaper''s little antennae started wiggling like crazy. Hehe! It must be curious about what was beyond the wall.


    <em>Wait a minute... Reaper wouldn’t sneak past the barrier, would it?</em>


    I wondered about that while giving its antenna a yful lick.


    *******Under the sky canopy in the Garden of the Mini Reaper, the Golden Reapers were having the most cheerful party ever! Their happy little faces beamed with joy as they gathered inrge numbers, radiating energy full of life and love.


    Right in the middle of all the fun was a Blue Reaper, looking a bit shy under a big ol’ hat.


    It was like all the jumping, spinning, and running around was too much for it, so it pulled its hat down low, ncing around bashfully.


    In front of the Blue Reaper, a campfire about the size of a Mini Reaper zed brightly.


    The fire danced along with the weak breeze stirred up by the Golden Reapers’ yful antics, casting a swaying shadow over the lively scene.


    And oh, the campfire wasn’t just for show—it gave off the sweetest, most mouthwatering scent, like sugar melting in your mouth!


    But amidst all the fun and sweetness, there was one thing that stood out: a mingo made of transparent sugar, burning right in the middle of the fire.


    The Sugar mingo was the one lighting up the party, having been reborn from a ss mingo after it had hurt their youngest sibling.


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    The Blue Reaper was the only one who suggested that maybe it was time to release it. But the Golden Reapers, with their bright, determined faces, just shook their heads.


    They were pretty firm about how they treated the Object.


    *******After we came down from the wall, it was already evening.


    Even though I wasn’t hungry, I noticed Yerin looking a bit peckish. So, James, being all considerate and stuff, paused our tour and led us to the restaurant inside the institute.


    At the buffet-style restaurant, James plopped down with his te and said, “Let’s wrap up the tour for today. I’ll show you around the city tomorrow. Besides all the Object stuff, there are tons of things to do in this city. Plus, it''s a great ce for sightseeing.”


    The bouncy fruit pudding looked sooo delicious, so I piled my te high with it and sat down next to Yerin.


    I could feel the eyes of everyone in the restaurant on me—probably because, you know, an Object like me was just casually helping itself to pudding.


    Is it really that surprising?


    It felt like they were looking at me the way you’d look at a parrot chowing down at a buffet. Weird, right?


    But there was this one gaze that felt especially intense—and not in a friendly way.


    Yerin must’ve noticed it too because she whispered to James, “That person is ring super hard. What’s his deal?”


    “Hmm? Oh, that’s the vice mayor. He’s one of those who thinks the opposite of me when ites to Objects.”


    James said casually while slicing into his steak.


    “For the sake ofpetition and development, there are a bunch of research institutes in James City. But they can be divided into two broad groups.”


    He continued, looking like he was talking about something as simple as the weather.


    “The first group thinks humanity has to coexist with Objects. The other group thinks that if we do, we’ll eventually get pushed out and go extinct. So, they believe it’s better to exclude Objects altogether.”


    “I see. So James is all about coexistence, while the vice mayor is all about exclusion.”


    “Exactly. He’s an exclusionist. That’s why he was super against me bringing in an Object like the Gray Reaper, which is a bit tricky to control.”


    <em>But like, can humans really exclude Objects when so many of them have all sorts of physical immunities?</em>


    <em>I kinda doubt they can pull it off.</em>


    But anyway, that was all a bit too heavy for me, so I just went back to enjoying my pudding and cake. <em>Yum!</em>


    After we finished eating, Yerin hugged me tight, rubbed her cheek against mine, and said, “I want to see a chubby Reaper. I think you’d be so cute if your belly stuck out...”


    She then patted my stomach, which stayed skinny no matter how much I ate, like she was kinda sad about it.


    <em>?</em>


    Yerin’s getting weirder and weirder... She’s actually bummed that something strange didn’t happen.


    After our meal, James led us to my containment room, looking all proud of himself.


    “Hehe, the containment room we prepared is amazing, you know? It’ll probably make the Gray Reaper want to stay here forever.”


    “I doubt that. Do you know how well-equipped the Sehee Research Institute is? Even though it doesn’t have thetest gadgets, it’s still perfect for the Reaper!” Yerin chimed in.


    James just murmured, “Is it?” as he opened the door to the containment room.


    When the door swung open, it revealed a space so huge it was hard to believe it was inside a building! Like, wow!


    Even though it was just a containment room, it was way bigger than the entire Sehee Research Institute. And it was decorated like a water park!


    There was a restaurant with food ranging from fresh fruits to pudding and cookies all on disy.


    There was even a water slide made with Objects, which looked kinda dangerous but also super cool.


    In the middle,rge waves were dancing in an artificial sea, and all around it were a bunch of rides.


    It was a bit too childish for me, but it looked like so much fun!


    I bet the Mini Reapers would love it even more than me. So, I summoned them from beneath my feet.


    But, as usual, the Blue Reaper, who wasn’t a fan of being active, didn’t show up.


    The Golden Reapers, on the other hand, spread out in all directions with eager expressions, ready to explore.


    <em>Plop-! Plop-!</em>


    Seeing how much effort James had put into this, I figured I should join in and enjoy it <em>‘just a little’.</em>


    *******The water slide was so ridiculously fast that the Golden Reapers were bouncing off the water like skipping stones.


    Even as they sshed everywhere, they still looked like they were having the time of their lives.


    <em>Pop-!</em>


    A geyser erupted with a dramatic burst, sending the excited Golden Reapers soaring into the air.


    The rides they loved were the kind that would probably be deadly for humans, but for them, it was all just a fantastic thrill.


    Reaper was also getting tossed around on a tube, swept away by the massive artificial waves.


    Its t, impassive expression was a stark contrast to the jubnt Golden Reapers, but I could tell it was having a st.


    Despite its nk face, its legs were happily swaying, and its antenna was twitching to an invisible beat.


    "N-n."


    Suddenly, a wave of anxiety hit me.


    <em>Will Reaper really stay in America? Should I just up and move to the United States too?</em>


    The scale of the containment room James had shown us was so enormous I couldn’t even dream of suggesting something like it to the Sehee Research Institute.


    As I wallowed in my despair, a Golden Reaper hopped onto my shoulder and patted my cheek.


    “Are you trying to cheer me up? Thanks a bunch.”


    I cradled the Golden Reaper in my hands and gave it a gentle stroke.


    While the Golden Reapers beamed at me with their cheerful faces, Reaper was still busy riding the waves and swimming through the air.


    Its expressionless face might have looked serious, but I could tell it was enjoying every second of this water park.


    <em>Reaper’s clearly having a great time. It didn’t even nce my way.</em>


    I don’t know how they figured out that I was feeling down, but a few of the Golden Reapers came over with concerned expressions.


    I watched Reaper, having the time of its life, and felt a pang of sadness as I wasforted by the Golden Reapers.


    *******The Wall Pressure Control Room, the very heart of James City, was the fortress of its highest security. It was a ce where serenity usually prevailed, a calm amidst the storm.


    But today, it was a maelstrom of chaos.


    Emergency warnings shed on the control console, their harsh lights cutting through the oppressive tension that filled the air. The wailing rms underscored the gravity of the situation.


    In ce of the absent James, the Vice Mayor of James City stood steadfast by the main control panel. His presence was a beacon of resolve in the midst of turmoil.


    “Everybody get out!”


    Hismanding voice cut through the mor, a beacon of authority amidst the chaos.


    Yet, the control room staff hesitated, their faces etched with fear and doubt.


    One staff member, anxiety palpable, spoke to the Vice Mayor. “The escape radius calction isn’t finished. We need to stay to maintain the barrier.”


    “I understand!” The Vice Mayor''s voice, though firm, carried the weight of sacrifice. “I’ll handle it. Everyone else needs to evacuate now.”


    His words were not merely an order; they were a final, selflessmand from a man ready to forsake everything for the greater good.


    The moment they realized his intentions, the control room staff shed tears over his sacrifice and began to escape.


    Realizing his intent, the staff, tears in their eyes, began their desperate escape.


    Soon, the Vice Mayor was alone in the control room, now a hollow shell of its former self. The influence from beyond the wall began distorting the space, cutting it apart, and reassembling it in chaotic fragments.


    Despite this, the main console continued its calctions with unwavering precision amidst the wreckage.


    He drew a cigarette, cing it between his lips with trembling hands. His resolve was unyielding as he ced his hand on the control panel, a grim determination to maintain the barrier.


    <em>Beep-!</em>


    The calction results emerged with a disconcerting sound. The Vice Mayor, hands shaking from the weight of his task, entered the data.


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    The cold, unyielding message he typed was broadcast throughout James City.


    In the midst of this destion, the Vice Mayor remained resolute. He lit his cigarette, the smoke curling in the fractured space, a symbol of the world’s crumbling order.


    Even as chaos reigned around him, he kept his hands on the control panel, his will unbroken.


    He persevered in his duty, a final bulwark against the impending devastation.


    It was the end of a man whose ideals had been at constant odds with James, now standing alone as thest protector of his city.