In the deep part of the Mini Grim Reaper Garden, the newly discovered Caramel Canyon boasted a spectacular view that stretched endlessly beyond the Jelly Swamp.

This mysterious space, where brown cliffs and valleys merged, was made entirely of caramel but resembled a real canyon.

Having fallen to the ground earlier, I carefully extended my foot and pressed the caramel earth beneath me with the soles of my feet.

As I did, I slowly tested the firmness of the caramel.

Considering how I had been sucked into the swamp, it was surprisingly firm, but still, there was a soft, enveloping sensation as I pressed my foot down.

'It’s not as soft as I thought. If I tread carefully or wear something like flat shoes, I should be able to walk around.'

Once I had a rough estimate, I gently lifted my foot from the caramel ground.

The Mini Grim Reapers immediately gathered near the footprints and began hopping excitedly, enjoying themselves.

“Mom’s footprints!”

“Big footprints!”

My footprints were small, but compared to the Mini Grim Reapers, they were probably enormous.

I glanced down at the Mini Grim Reapers, enjoying the comparison of footprints, and thought about what to do next.

‘I guess I’ll have to make some special caramel shoes with the Halo of the Labyrinth.’

At that moment, a white carp appeared leisurely in front of me.

“Ah!”

In an instant, a brilliant idea struck me.

I quickly grabbed the white carp.

Using my ability to control space, I flattened the carp out and turned it into a carpet-like shape.

Kyu-hing-hing.

The four little feet of the carp at the corners of the carpet completed my magical carpet.

“Perfect.”

I smiled contentedly as I looked at my creation.

Carefully, I stepped onto the carp carpet and gave the white carp a command.

“Let’s go, to the new continent!”

The moment I spoke those words, the little carp’s feet began to move.

Flap flap, the four little feet kicked off the caramel ground, moving forward.

Surprisingly, the speed was pretty fast.

‘It’s like a sleigh, and it’s fun.’

It was truly an automatic sleigh!

I was enjoying the speed and couldn’t help but smile as the wind ruffled my hair.

The feeling of racing through the Caramel Canyon was absolutely fantastic.

The scenery around me passed by quickly, and the transparent butterflies fluttering in the sky seemed even more beautiful.

“Ah!”

At that moment, I noticed the Golden Grim Reapers, who had been wandering at the entrance of the canyon.

As I raced by on the carpet, the Golden Grim Reapers widened their eyes and looked on enviously.

“A carp sled!”

“Carp!”

“It looks fun!”

Then, they scattered in all directions, starting to chase after the white carp.

Kyu-hing-hing…

As the Jelly Swamp grew further away, I could faintly hear the sad cries of the carp.

As I sped further into the canyon on the white carp carpet, the surrounding scenery began to change little by little.

The Golden Grim Reapers, who had once filled the area, became rarer and rarer.

The footprints left by the Golden Grim Reapers’ joyful running began to decrease as well.

It seemed that the curious Golden Grim Reapers had scattered in all directions according to their interests, and fewer of them had made it this far.

This canyon clearly had many places worth exploring.

The endless caramel plains I was heading toward, the deep canyon beneath that I couldn’t see the end of, and the center of the canyon where transparent butterflies fluttered.

The adventurous Grim Reapers must have gone to the bottom of the canyon, while those who loved snacks likely headed toward the transparent butterflies.

It seemed natural that the vast caramel plains I was heading toward were not as popular.

As I enjoyed the speed of the white carp carpet, racing across the plains, I noticed that only one single trace of footprints was left behind.

Endlessly stretching across the caramel land, a long line of footprints led all the way to the horizon.

That sight looked strangely lonely and dignified.

Though, it was a bit odd that only one Golden Grim Reaper had made it this far.

But since I didn’t think it mattered, the thought quickly faded like a cloud scattered by the wind.

I sat sideways on the carpet, enjoying the wind that struck my face, with the lonely trail of footprints beside me, as I continued across the caramel plains.

After a while, I spotted a Golden Grim Reaper that suddenly rose alone over the horizon.

It looked like a golden lighthouse rising from the empty caramel-colored plains.

Could that be the owner of the footprints?

Driven by curiosity, I steered the carp carpet toward the Golden Grim Reaper.

And in that moment, the mystery of the single set of footprints was revealed.

The Golden Grim Reaper was walking along the already made footprints, stepping in them one by one, as if playing a game of following tracks on snow.

“Ah, so this is the game they were playing.”

Looking at the depth of the footprints, it was clear that more than one person had passed through.

It seemed that after someone started this fun game, other Grim Reapers joined in one by one.

I quietly approached the Golden Grim Reaper, who was playing the footprint game, riding the carpet.

The Golden Grim Reaper, still matching its feet precisely to the prints, turned toward me and beamed a bright smile.

“Mom!”

Seeing that pure smile, mischief suddenly surged up inside me.

The moment the Golden Grim Reaper lifted its foot to take the next step, I quickly grabbed its little foot.

“?”

The Golden Grim Reaper, initially puzzled, soon realized what I was about to do and tried to pull its foot back with all its might.

“No!”

But it couldn’t overpower me.

I pressed its little foot onto the spot without footprints, making a distinct clink sound.

“No!!”

The sacred rule of the footprint game had been broken, and the Golden Grim Reaper sat down with a look of despair, as if the world had collapsed.

Before the Golden Grim Reaper could get angry, I quickly rode the carpet and distanced myself.

As I moved away, I looked back to see the Golden Grim Reaper still sitting there.

Hee-hee.

Early in the morning, James Tower, soaring high into the sky in Songpa District, gleamed as it caught the sunlight.

James entered the elevator with a quicker pace than usual, heading to the top floor.

On his shoulder, a Golden Grim Reaper was happily munching on a jelly as large as its body.

Om nom nom.

The sound of the Golden Grim Reaper eating filled the quiet elevator.

James smiled at the affectionate Grim Reaper, but his eyes, despite the smile, gleamed with sharpness.

He had just received a report from the security team about a suspicious person who had appeared and disappeared in his office.

As the elevator doors opened, James quickly made his way to his office.

Walking down the hallway, he mentally reviewed the possible scenarios.

"Could it have been an intrusion using an object? Or perhaps an insider's doing?"

When he reached his office door, security staff and his secretary were waiting for him.

Given the serious breach of security on the top floor of James Tower, the staff had stiff, anxious expressions.

"So, have we identified the intruder and their purpose?" James asked seriously.

The secretary pulled out a tablet and answered.

“Yes, sir. We identified the intruder after reviewing the CCTV footage.”

On the screen was footage of a man suddenly appearing in James’ office, as if teleporting.

James’ eyes widened.

“This person... He's the ‘Yellow Detective.’”

James immediately recognized him.

The once-famous ‘Yellow Detective’ was closely connected with the Gray Grim Reapers.

He was especially known for having significant ties to the Golden-Horned Grim Reaper who had appeared during the Mini Grim Reapers’ crisis.

The secretary continued the explanation.

“Yes, that’s correct. The Yellow Detective used two types of objects with teleportation abilities to infiltrate the office and then vanished.”

The secretary held out a transparent object storage container.

Inside was a large envelope.

“This is the item he left behind. How should we handle it? Should we dispose of it?”

James paused to think for a moment.

Since the Yellow Detective had been helping the Gray Grim Reapers, he needed to approach this carefully.

At that moment, the Golden Grim Reaper on his shoulder suddenly leapt into the storage container, using its rare ghost transformation ability to jump inside.

“I smell something familiar.”

The Golden Grim Reaper curiously began fiddling with the envelope.

Seeing its reaction, James made up his mind.

“Open the storage container. We need to check the contents of the letter.”

When the container opened, James carefully pulled out the letter and began to read.

His expression grew more serious with every word.

The letter was simple but shocking.

It revealed the location of a special-class object that had been hidden in human society for a long time, but had remained undiscovered until now.

At the end of the letter, a phrase was emphasized in bold text:

<This object must be dealt with by the Gray Grim Reaper.>

<Once you’ve read this letter, burn it immediately.>

<For the sake of the proper future.>

James hesitated for a moment, but eventually decided to follow the letter's instructions.

He took out a lighter from his pocket and set the letter on fire.

In an instant, the letter turned to ash and fell to the ground.

“The letter contained information about a special-class object hidden in southern Texas,” James said, shaking the ash from his hands.

“I’ll send an investigation team to verify the details. We need to keep in mind that it has the ability to control humans without mental contamination.”

The staff exchanged surprised glances.

James turned his gaze out the window.

While the morning scenery of Seoul filled his eyes, his mind was already consumed by thoughts of Texas.

As the staff left the office, the Golden Grim Reaper returned to his shoulder and settled in comfortably.

James exhaled deeply and muttered.

"It feels like something big is starting."