The space, which had become a small Mini Reaper garden due to the effects of becoming a Foreign Butterfly, was filled with strange energy.

I was playing with the Ghost Reaper.

Perhaps because it used to fly, the Ghost Reaper had turned into something like a balloon.

When I touched it, it felt like a bouncy balloon.

"Fly!"

I threw the Ghost Reaper into the air.

Then I flicked it back up with my fist as it fell.

"Ugh!"

The Ghost Reaper’s pitiful will echoed.

Unable to control its body after becoming a frog, it could only bounce like a …