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The massive, brass-colored vehicle roared through the quiet of the snowfield.

It resembled a moving fortress.

With its thickly armored body, tank-like treads, and a size as massive as a building, this monstrous machine carried the "Mechanical Heart," the lifeblood of the city of Frost.

Inside the vehicle, the laughter of the politicians and propaganda staff echoed.

Their eyes glistened with the joy of victory and the sense of liberation.

"Finally, we're getting out of this damned city. I thought we could squeeze out a little more, but this seems like the right time to leave," one of the politicians said, gazing at the city growing smaller through the rear window.

Another politician chimed in, agreeing.

"This is great timing. We were going to leave the city soon, but what luck to have such an opportunity now."

Their conversation continued.

It was filled with contempt for the city and mockery of the chairperson.

The vehicle pressed onward.

Now, the politicians began discussing their future—luxurious lives to be enjoyed with the stolen resources, and a new safe haven away from the threat of the Objects.

Their eyes gleamed with greed.

Then, unexpectedly, a powerful shock slammed into the vehicle.

The politicians' laughter turned into screams in an instant.

The vehicle, despite its colossal size, flipped over several times like a toy.

"Ugh..."

The politician, barely regaining his senses, was met with a horrific sight.

The interior of the vehicle was filled with scattered blood and shattered items, and his colleagues remained motionless, as though unconscious.

He desperately wiped the blood from his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?!"

The interior of the vehicle was dark and silent.

The only sound was the rhythmic pulse emanating from the "Mechanical Heart."

The politician tried to clear his confused mind and assess the situation.

"How did this moving fortress become like this...? Did we fall off a cliff or something?"

He slowly rose and tried to check the outside.

At that moment, one side of the vehicle was ripped apart as if it were paper.

'!'

An unbearably cold wind rushed into the vehicle, and beyond it, the politician witnessed a sight he would never forget.

The huge, mechanical giant's red, glowing eyes stared down at him.

"No... this can't be happening..."

With a desperate murmur, the politician realized.

The blizzard that had engulfed the city wasn't some "good opportunity" after all.

A far greater threat was hiding within the snowstorm.

The mechanical giant's massive hand grabbed the vehicle.

With a chilling sound of metal twisting, the politician’s agonized screams echoed through the air.

Perhaps because the vehicle had been built by skilled technicians, it didn’t crumple instantly. Instead, it began to deform slowly, very slowly.

"Ahhh!"

The politician heard his bones breaking one by one.

The pain was beyond words.

As more people began to regain their senses, the screams from within the vehicle began to fill the air, becoming louder as the metal openings shrank and the voices grew fainter.

It was as if the screams, which had echoed in the dark, were being sucked into a deep cavern, gradually growing weaker.

Finally, when the mechanical giant's hand fully crushed the vehicle, blood poured out and stained the pure white snowfield red.

Amidst the sound of ice cracking, I released my hand from the "Kwek" attack and gazed at the giant frog.

The lingering sensation of the "Kwek" still hung at my fingertips.

'It doesn't seem that strong, and its halo looks fake, but it managed to stop spatial cutting?'

I felt a bit intrigued.

[That ability is...!]

Unlike me, who was simply curious, the frog’s reaction to the "Kwek" was intense.

[The false god... is still alive!]

A blinding light emanated from the frog’s crown.

Following the light, the frog’s giant body floated into the air.

The frog, with its halo, raised its mouth corners, almost as if it were smirking.

It felt like something it had given up on had been found again.

Boom. Boom.

Then, strange vibrations began to emanate from the frog's crown.

An endless chill spread, and it felt as though the very space itself was being eroded and frozen.

The air itself froze, with snowflakes falling to the ground, and frost spread across the sky like spiderwebs.

It was spatial erosion.

Frost clung to my body, impeding my movement, and the mini Reapers around me were soon covered in so much frost they turned into ice sculptures.

"Don't move!"

"Frog!"

The ice sculptures took the shape of frogs.

Seeing me still moving easily within the space, the frog, as if expecting this, unleashed an energy blast.

[As expected, this isn't enough to bind you...]

In an instant, ice blades formed in both of the frog's hands.

Then, it spun rapidly like a whirlwind, charging at the gray Reaper.

'!'

As the massive frog thrust its body toward me, I quickly tore apart the space with both hands.

A spatial cut much stronger than "Kwek" swept through, tearing the frog into pieces, turning it into shattered jade.

Just when I thought it was over, the broken pieces of the jade frog seemed to be magnetized and began to reassemble in mid-air.

In no time, the frog was restored to its complete form.

[The Emperor commands! All forces, charge!]

With the frog emperor’s grand energy blast, a massive army of mechanical giants appeared over the horizon.

They charged toward the barrier like a wave of metal.

Clap. Clap.

I clapped twice to expand the Mini Reaper Garden, then released my will to explain the situation to the mini Reapers.

"Look, there are plenty of minions of the harmful Objects over there."

Before I even finished speaking, the wave of mini Reapers surged toward the mechanical giants.

It was the collision of a space filled with frost and the Mini Reaper Garden.

Looking up at the floating frog once more, I checked the destruction conditions with my "eye."

<The steam from the mechanical heart melts the halo.>

"The mechanical heart?"

Upon seeing the destruction condition, I had a strong feeling that this battle would take a long time.

The cold wind wrapped around the city.

The Steam Tower Square, usually calm, was crowded today, and the faces of the people were marked with anxiety and fear.

At the chairperson’s emergency summons, they gathered near the Steam Tower, where no one was usually allowed to approach, trembling with fear.

The Steam Tower.

It was the heart and lifeline of the city.

Its continuous heat kept the city warm in the midst of the frozen snowfield.

But today, the Steam Tower was acting strangely.

"It’s not right."

Someone whispered.

"Yeah, the heat is too weak."

Another answered.

The people exchanged uneasy glances.

Usually, the heat could be felt from far away, but today it seemed faint, like a dying campfire.

The Steam Tower was still working, but its power had noticeably weakened.

The coral-haired girl hugged the red Reaper tightly with a worried expression.

In response, the red Reaper, as if to reassure her, released a warm glow from its body.

At that moment, the chairperson stepped up to the podium set up in the square.

His usual dignified presence was gone, and his shoulders sagged as if weighed down by a heavy burden.

The noise from the crowd died down, and all eyes focused on the chairperson.

He sighed deeply before raising his head and looking at the crowd.

Sadness and despair filled his eyes.

"Citizens, today I must bring you the most sorrowful news."

The square fell silent, so quiet that even breathing could not be heard.

"Last night, all of our city’s politicians... fled with the 'Mechanical Heart,' the core component of the Steam Tower."

In an instant, the square erupted into chaotic murmurs.

As the chairperson raised his hand, the noise slowly quieted down.

"We are working to restore the communication networks that the politicians destroyed and are preparing other measures. But..."

He could not continue.

"But what?"

Someone shouted.

"But there is no time left. The Steam Tower is no longer capable of functioning properly. The city we live in... will soon freeze over."

The square fell into silence once more.

This time, the silence was one of shock and despair.

"How much time do we have left?"

An elderly man asked in a trembling voice.

The chairperson lowered his head.

"At most, a week."

In that instant, everything changed.

Fear and despair covered the entire square.

A young woman stepped forward.

"Is there nothing we can do? Can't we repair the Steam Tower?"

The chairperson shook his head.

"Without the core component, it's impossible. And we don't have the technology to replace it."

"So, are we just… going to die?"

Someone cried out.

The chairperson could not respond.

His silence spoke volumes.

The square plunged into chaos.

Some cursed the politicians in anger, while others embraced each other and wept.

At that moment, the red Reaper flew up into the sky from the coral-haired girl's embrace.

"Ah!"

The red Reaper, like a comet, soared through the sky, drawing everyone's attention.

"What is that?"

"Is it an Object?"

The red Reaper stopped in front of the Steam Tower and created a fireball the size of a fist, hurling it toward the tower.

It seemed to consume a lot of energy to make the fireball, as the red Reaper's light grew noticeably dim.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

At that moment, the sound of a heartbeat-like thumping echoed from the Steam Tower.

At first, it was a faint vibration, but it grew louder and eventually shook the entire city.

The citizens exchanged wary glances.

"Could it be?"

"Has the Steam Tower come to life?"

Gradually, the sound began to feel like the pulse of life to the citizens.

And a hot wind began to fill the square.

"Is this the seventh, the lucky one...?"

The chairperson murmured, glancing between the red Reaper and the Steam Tower.

Hope began to rise in the square, which had been filled with despair.

But that hope shattered in an instant, as if fate were playing a cruel joke.

Boom!

A distant explosion caught everyone's attention.

At first, no one understood its meaning.

But soon, a giant shadow appeared above the buildings.

"What is that?"

The enormous mechanical giants were slowly but surely advancing, destroying the city.

Each step they took shook the earth, and as they drew nearer, a cold, chilling wind swept through.

The red Reaper, with a fierce expression, glared at the mechanical giants and positioned itself near the coral-haired girl.

Cold beach.

On a deserted coastline, a golden Reaper lay down.

A butterfly made of flames fluttered overhead.

The butterfly circled around the golden Reaper, sprinkling embers as it went.

It felt as though it was shouting, "Wake up!"

But the golden Reaper, unaware of the arrival of the red butterfly, slept comfortably in a relaxed position.

Seeing that the golden Reaper showed no sign of waking up, the red butterfly bit the golden Reaper’s plump belly.

"Ugh!"

The golden Reaper screamed and woke up with a start.

Upon checking the message in the red butterfly, the golden Reaper was startled and looked up at the sky, sending a signal to the Mini Reaper network.

"My sibling is in danger!"

Soon, responses began to return from Mini Reapers all over the world.

"Mom, no response?"

"Mom’s busy!"

"That’s the frog!"

"Can’t you hear, Mom?"

"That’s the frog!"

"Hehe."

"What should we do?"

"Let’s go save my sibling!"

"Let’s go!"

"Too far..."

Nearby Mini Reapers began gathering to save the red Reaper.

Soon, a cloud of fish settled next to the golden Reaper.

With a determined expression, the golden Reaper mounted the cloud fish and released its will.

"Wait! I’ll come save you soon!"

Meanwhile, a small bite mark remained on the golden Reaper’s belly, left by the red butterfly.