My GripTok.
It was the final button component of the dream incubator.
The main button corresponding to the Wish Ticket.
“……”
I stared at it blankly.
The illuminated button was giving off a soft glow, almost as if it were tempting me.
Unconsciously, I reached my hand toward it—
“Agent Grape!!”
“…!!”
I jerked my hand back.
At my side, Agent Choi grabbed my arm, then with his other hand shut off the power connected to the machine and yanked out the cord.
“You said it yourself. If something went wrong, I was supposed to pull it immediately.”
“……Thank you.”
“What was that just now?”
Still staring at the darkened button, I murmured like someone whose soul had drifted out of him.
“I don’t know.”
But.
“I think… I may have been carrying the most important component of this machine.”
“……”
Agent Choi’s pupils widened as he studied the button I had completed.
“Memorial GripTok.”
“……”
“But the color…”
After hesitating for a moment, I said,
“It’s not a Memorial GripTok.”
“What?”
“The shape and function were obviously those of a Memorial GripTok, so I thought it was the same thing too, but apparently it isn’t.”
“Who said that?”
“The Elder.”
“…!”
—This one is an even greater treasured artifact. It only seems to imitate an item from our workshop.
“I was told that… something even more valuable seems to have imitated the Memorial GripTok.”
And on top of that, the GripTok’s original function had been the Wish Ticket button of the Cheerful Research Institute.
I kept staring at the GripTok sitting there as a button, then reflexively raised my head.
The notepad that would appear once activated and hover above…