Omu-ryong's mansion, located in the heart of Seoul, had turned into complete chaos.

Just as the association dolls had gone berserk and turned Seoul into a disaster zone, the interior of the mansion was a wreck.

Most of the furniture had been destroyed, and every door had been smashed to pieces.

The dolls wandering inside the mansion had glowing red eyes, and the people who remained were either dead or shambling around like zombies, infected by the chaos.

Yet, despite this disaster, Omu-ryong, the cause of it all, was grinning with a crazed smile in his secret lab.

The once pristine and sleek laboratory was now stained red, reminiscent of blood.

At the center of the lab, a tank filled with red liquid bubbled ominously.

A short while ago, the tank had housed a doll resembling Omu-ryong's deceased granddaughter, but now there was no trace of the doll left.

Suddenly, the red liquid inside the tank began to boil.

"Finally!"

Omu-ryong shouted in exhilaration as he watched the scene unfold.

Having sacrificed everything to resurrect his granddaughter, he now felt that his efforts had finally borne fruit.

The liquid, which had consumed the body of his granddaughter, countless clones of her, and even a nearly perfect replica doll, began to stir.

Rising from the liquid was a grotesque mass that looked like it was made up of hundreds of his granddaughter's faces melded together.

Each face displayed a different emotion—joy, despair, sadness, and pain—and blood tears streamed from every single one.

Interspersed between the faces were small arms and legs, twisted and tangled together.

Though the creature had been created from his granddaughter, it was far from human in appearance.

A monster had been born.

But to Omu-ryong, it was different.

"Finally! Finally, you’ve returned!" he cried out, unable to contain his joy.

To the deranged Omu-ryong, this abomination was his perfect granddaughter brought back to life.

He had lost all sense of reason, and to him, this monstrosity was his granddaughter.

It was undeniable proof of his madness.

The party at Sehee’s lab had come to an end.

Yerin quietly stepped away from the noisy backyard, moving toward the tranquil inner courtyard.

In the courtyard, she saw Golden Grim Reapers resting. They had laid down their water-made spears and helmets and were sprawled out on the marshmallow-soft ground.

Some of the Golden Grim Reapers who had been resting were now leaving the courtyard to swap shifts with those coming in to rest.

The Golden Grim Reapers walked proudly with their cute helmets on and long spears in hand, moving with confidence.

To Yerin, the inner courtyard looked like a rest area for the Golden Grim Reapers who were on guard duty.

The sight of the courtyard being "requisitioned" by the reapers for their own use made her chuckle softly.

She walked over to one of the resting Golden Grim Reapers and began poking its soft, round belly.

As she spent time like this, a strange feeling crept up on her.

“The courtyard feels smaller.”

The inner courtyard, which had always felt spacious because it was connected to the mini grim reaper garden, suddenly felt narrower.

“This is odd… It’s never been like this before.”

Yerin muttered to herself, glancing around with a serious expression.

‘The connection to the mini grim reaper garden has been severed!’

The severed connection meant something serious was happening.

Worried, Yerin turned on the courtyard’s TV and flipped through the channels, but none of the broadcasts were working properly.

She pulled out her phone and began looking for people streaming live broadcasts and finally found one that was showing the current situation.

On the screen, a man spoke in a hushed voice from a dark room.

“Look down there. Those are dolls.”

His camera captured a scene of bloodied caretaker dolls creaking as they moved and a massive construction doll tearing apart a building.

The man pulled the curtains shut and whispered again.

“I was saving money to buy a better doll later instead of getting a cheap one now. Good thing I didn’t buy one, or I’d be in big trouble.”

He then amusingly shared stories of how not having a doll had saved his life, even though it had caused him grief before.

Click, click, click.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone fiddling with the door handle.

“Hey, kid in 405, open the door.”

The man startled, dropping his phone, but upon hearing the voice, he relaxed and picked it back up.

“Phew, it’s the landlady. Thought my heart was going to stop.”

He told the viewers, “I’ll stop the broadcast for now. I’ll be back shortly.”

Then the screen went dark.

‘So it’s definitely a doll problem,’ Yerin thought as she watched.

She had always felt uneasy around the dolls, so it seemed like this disaster had been inevitable.

Then, suddenly, she started to worry about the Grim Reapers.

“I wonder if Sa-shin is okay.”

With the mini grim reaper garden connection severed and the unsettling atmosphere gripping all of Seoul, Yerin couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was happening.

She poked the soft belly of the Golden Grim Reaper lying beside her, trying to dispel her unease, but the worry in her heart wouldn’t go away.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

The blonde girl and the Red Grim Reaper walked through the eerie streets of Seoul, filled with the ominous sounds of dolls.

‘I must be the one to finish this,’ the girl thought.

She believed that the story of her grandfather Omu-ryong and the many clones of herself was something only she could bring to an end.

That’s why she had left the black agent behind, choosing to face this alone.

The blonde girl walked with a serious expression, but the Red Grim Reaper sitting on her shoulder was beaming with joy.

The Red Grim Reaper was grinning as if it was having fun, like a child on a long-awaited outing with its older sister.

Since waking from her long slumber, the blonde girl had somehow known where the other "granddaughters" were.

It could be because she had perfectly reincarnated as part of the mini grim reaper garden, or maybe something had happened to the other granddaughters.

She could also faintly sense their emotions.

It felt as though, much like the mini grim reapers were connected, there was now some connection between all the granddaughters as well.

‘Sadness, pain, and resentment.’

She could hear their anguished cries.

Crash!

As she walked toward her grandfather’s mansion, a nearby building collapsed, revealing the silhouette of something enormous.

A massive construction doll emerged, and the Red Grim Reaper immediately raised its flame-made weapons, full of determination.

“Revolution!”

The blonde girl frowned slightly at the sight of the Red Grim Reaper wielding a flaming scythe and hammer.

‘It learned something strange while I was asleep.’

The girl extended her right hand toward the construction doll.

Fwoosh.

With the sound of something igniting, her hand began to glow red.

Just like the Red Grim Reaper’s skin.

And as her golden hair turned as red as her crimson eyes, the girl uttered a silent command in her mind.

‘Burn!’

With a flick of her fingers, the construction doll erupted in flames.

These weren’t ordinary flames—they were the Flames of the Crimson Moon, fire that would never extinguish as long as there was fuel, no matter how much it had already burned.

In no time, the blazing construction doll melted into molten metal, as if it had touched the White Fire of an Agu.

Thud, thud.

The blonde girl didn’t even glance at the burning doll as she passed by, already knowing it was defeated.

At the same time, her body, which had turned completely red, began to return to its original color.

The Red Grim Reaper, who had been watching, was utterly astonished, its mouth wide open in shock.

As the girl returned to her normal state, the Red Grim Reaper jumped up and down, cheering excitedly.

“You’re so strong!”

The Red Grim Reaper began to eagerly show off its weapons to the blonde girl.

“Revolution!”

It whispered to her that by fighting with a flaming scythe and hammer, she could become a true revolutionary warrior.

The blonde girl, who understood the symbolism of the flaming scythe and hammer, simply smiled.

She then asked, with a bit of anger toward whoever had taught the kind Red Grim Reaper this nonsense:

“So, who taught you about these revolutionary weapons?”

“Mom!”

“I see.”

Ah… It couldn’t be helped if it was the Gray Grim Reaper.

Just as the clear sky transitions to rainy clouds, the rain of Golden Grim Reapers falling from the sky drew a boundary.

Like a monsoon front, the downpour of Golden Grim Reapers spread from Sehee’s lab throughout all of Seoul.

I was running toward the source of the Color Universe, watching the Golden Grim Reapers dart back and forth.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The destination was the center, where the Color Universe had been summoned.

I had thought the chaos was confined to the fairground, but when I stepped outside, I realized the madness in Seoul was even worse than at the fair.

Corpses, slain by the dolls, lay scattered here and there.

Whenever the Golden Grim Reapers saw the bodies, they shed a few tears but continued past without stopping.

A wave of sadness radiated from the Golden Grim Reapers as they passed.

It was a chain of sorrow—a feeling of wanting to mourn but being too pressed for time to do so, which only deepened their grief.

Tap, tap, tap.

I saw the Golden Grim Reapers rushing back and forth between the dolls, their pace frantic.

There were far too many regenerating dolls, and the number of Golden Grim Reapers was laughably insufficient in comparison.

They dashed forward and headbutted the heart of a doll trying to revive!

Then, without pause, they ran to another doll and headbutted it!

It seemed like each Golden Grim Reaper was responsible for at least ten dolls.

And whenever they found a survivor, they summoned cloud flesh to ensure the person’s safety.

I could see other mini grim reapers here and there as well.

The Black Grim Reapers had merged into a giant black reaper, devouring the dolls whole.

The sturdy stomachs of the Black Grim Reapers served as excellent doll prisons.

The Orange Grim Reapers commanded the cloud flesh, securing humans, while the Blue Grim Reapers moved around, healing the injured.

Everyone was incredibly busy.

As I sprinted, watching the mini grim reapers’ valiant efforts while in my Ghost Form, I noticed something ominous descending from the sky.

It was a grotesque red cocoon, like a festering wound.

‘Ah, this is bad.’

The moment I saw the cocoon, I realized it was one of the foreign entities from the Color Universe.

The cocoon pulsed as if it had a heartbeat, then suddenly, the pulsing stopped, and the cocoon began to rot, turning purple as it decayed.

With a rip, the cocoon tore open, spilling rotten blood.

Thud.

Something enormous, mixed in with the blood, crashed to the ground.

The purple mass, which had been bundled up like a cocoon, began to extend dozens of purple arms toward the sky, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.

The arms, thin and long like a water strider’s legs, stretched out in every direction.

At the center of the arms was a ribcage with no flesh, and attached to it was a grotesque, upside-down face.

The face looked like that of a human hung upside down, twisted unnervingly.

The red blood that had covered its entire body dried out quickly, as if time had sped up, and the dried blood turned into thin membranes that fluttered in the air.

Then, the purple foreign entity opened its mouth and screamed.

The vibrations shook the very fabric of space, but no sound could be heard—a silent, ominous scream.