Now, the Mini Reaper Garden had become a battlefield.

My head was in a very complicated state.

It wasn’t that I had many thoughts, but it was truly loud.

It sounded as if dozens of people were talking at once, as the voices of the Golden Reapers incessantly filled my mind.

"Mom, don't do that!"

"You need to step longer!"

"Don't!"

The combat skills I had gained from merging with the Golden Reapers were certainly impressive.

But for some reason, it seemed that my movements appeared endlessly clumsy in their eyes.

Every time I took a step, or swung my …