Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 13Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()

<Earth>

The Kindergarten of Destruction, after Sejun and his companions had left.

Left behind were Aileen, Flamy, Taecho, and thirteen of the Children of Creation.

However, the warm atmosphere that had filled the kindergarten when Sejun was there was gone. Instead, a cold and taut tension gripped the entire space.

Just then—

"Alright, let's begin!"

With Aileen’s shout, the tight tension snapped like a drawn bowstring, and Flamy, Taecho, and the children scattered in all directions with a flurry of movement.

“One, two...”

Aileen began counting as she watched the children disappear into the distance.

Khihihi

She then slipped into the kitchen, took out one of the hotcakes Sejun had prepared—

Nyam nyam.

“Thirty, thirty-one...”

She counted while happily munching on the hotcake.

Meanwhile, unaware that Aileen was secretly enjoying the treat by herself—

Heeheehee. This is thrilling!

The children hid throughout the kindergarten, trying their best to suppress their excitement as they waited to be found.

By the time the children were all hiding, Aileen had devoured five hotcakes.

“Three hundred. Time to find you!” frёeωebɳovel.com

She began the search for the hidden children.

However—

“Where could you be?”

Unfortunately, Aileen started searching the spots with no kids.

And—

Taecho’s not over there.

Hehe. Aileen unnie, you’re looking in the completely wrong place.

Heehee. The Director’s so bad at hide-and-seek.

Taecho, Flamy, and the children openly ignored her fumbling search.

But—

Khihihihi. I’ll drag it out as long as I can before I ‘find’ them.

Aileen was doing it on purpose. Before the game started, she had already cast a marking spell on the children—she knew exactly where they were.

Having played countless rounds of hide-and-seek with other hatchlings, Aileen had become a master of the game.

***

<Necting>

“Waaah~!”

Sounds like someone’s hungry.

Sejun, the seasoned childcare expert, instantly sensed the reason for the child’s crying from the sound alone.

Then—

Snap.

“Guys, should we have a snack here?”

He snapped his fingers, lit a fire, and began cooking. Sejun planned to lure the child with the smell of food.

Since it wasn’t an urgent situation, rather than startling the child by approaching, it was better to spark curiosity and hunger naturally with delicious aromas.

As Sejun began cooking—

“Puhuhut. Goodnya! Give me Churu, nya!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Also some stir-fried peanuts!”

(Bat-Bat: Sejun-nim, I’d like a fruit lunchbox with lots of watermelon.)

Kuhehehe. Queng.

[Hehehe. Dad, Queng wants some honey-snow rice cakes!]

Kkihihit. Kking?!

[Hihit. Butler! You know what the great Kkamang wants, right?!]

Unaware of Sejun’s intention, the others shouted out their favorite snacks.

“Got it.”

Whatever he cooked, the smell would do its job. Sejun worked diligently, preparing snacks for the group.

After a while...

Is it here?

Sensing a presence, Sejun glanced around while pretending to reach for something.

“Pfft.”

That’s supposed to be hiding? I can see everything.

He spotted a two-year-old child pretending to be a rock, and barely suppressed his laughter.

The child had put some effort into the disguise—somehow managing to stick rocks all over his body.

Since Sejun had briefed them earlier, the others acted as though they didn’t notice the approaching child.

Sneak, sneak.

Before they knew it, the child had crept right up to Sejun and was crouching beside him.

Then—

Sssip.

Drool poured from his mouth like a waterfall as he stared longingly at the steaming honey-snow rice cakes.

Whether it was because of Sejun’s aura or the comforting presence of someone who had raised many children, the child seemed convinced that once the treat was done, he would get a share.

Queng!

Queng glared at the child trying to steal his snack, displeased.

“I’ll make you more later, with corn this time.”

Kuhehehe. Queng!

[Hehehe. Okay, got it!]

Thanks to Sejun’s smooth mediation, peace was restored.

Time passed, the snacks were ready, and Sejun, his companions, and the child began eating together.

“Tongtong, you’re coming with the teacher, right?”

Once the snack was finished, Sejun asked the child. The name “Tongtong” had been given while he was busy munching on food.

“If I go with Teacher, can I eat yummy stuff again?!”

Tongtong, holding Kkamang’s ultra-tasty dried roasted sweet potatoes in his left hand and Queng’s honey-snow rice cakes in his right, asked excitedly.

“Of course. Every day.”

“Hehe! Then I’ll come with you!”

Tongtong, already won over by Sejun’s food, agreed without hesitation the moment he heard that.

This time, everything went smoothly.

“Then let’s head back.”

Just as Sejun stood after hearing Tongtong’s reply—

“Stop right there!”

A sudden shout of rage rang out.

Thoom.

Simultaneously, the clouds above spiraled downward, descending to earth. The swirling mass compressed into the form of an old man with long white hair, a flowing white beard, and dressed entirely in white.

“I am Ungae, the God of Clouds and guardian of <Necting>. Where do you think you’re taking our Creator?!”

With his form now fully materialized, the God of Clouds, Ungae, shouted once again.

When Tongtong had been crying, he hadn’t dared to approach out of fear he might be erased—but now, he had no hesitation in confronting Sejun.

From Ungae’s perspective, it made sense. He believed Tongtong to be the Creator God.

Unaware that the next-generation Creator had been split among multiple children, Ungae saw any being with this much divine creative power as the Creator himself.

“Ah. We’re taking him to our kindergarten.”

Despite Ungae raising his voice and acting offended, Sejun was a polite young man from a land of etiquette. He answered courteously.

But—

“What?! You fiend! How dare you take the Creator to some evil kindergarten! Are you trying to seal him away?!”

Huh? How does kindergarten turn into ‘sealing him away’?

As Sejun stood dumbfounded—

“Teacher, is the kindergarten evil? Are you going to seal Tongtong?”

Tongtong, feeling betrayed, looked up at Sejun with sad eyes.

“No, of course not. Why would the teacher seal you? The kindergarten’s not evil—it’s a place where you and your friends can play.”

“Really?! Tongtong has friends?!”

“Yup. Tons.”

“Wow~! Tongtong wants to go now!”

“Alright, just a little longer.”

After calming the excited Tongtong down—

“Ungae-nim, you don’t actually know what a kindergarten is, do you?”

Sejun asked while looking at him.

“You ignorant fool! There are things you just know without needing to learn! Just from the name ‘kindergarten,’ one can smell the evil! How could I not know?!”

Ungae insisted on his baseless claims.

What the heck? What’s with this irrational old man?

It was Sejun’s first time dealing with someone like this.

Should I just ignore him and go?

As Sejun debated—

“Hah! Our great hybrid Chairman Park is not ignorant, nya! He’s the most outstanding person in the world, nya! And now also Vice-Director of the Kindergarten of Destruction, nya!”

Theo, furious on Sejun’s behalf—

FLASH!

Thud.

Struck Ungae with a golden glowing paw, knocking him unconscious. In doing so, Sejun’s vault got a little lighter.

“Phew.”

Somehow, Sejun felt refreshed.

And then—

Kkihihit. Kking?! Kking! Kking!

[Hihit. Did you just call my butler ignorant?! The great Kkamang shall correct your manners! Everyone, deploy!]

Thunk.

Kkamang launched a headbutt at the unconscious Ungae, beginning Phase 2 of the punishment.

***

Ungae’s Mental World

“What is this place? Why’s it such a mess?”

Kkamang looked around Ungae’s mental world and commented.

It was utterly chaotic. The house was on the wall, buildings merged into twisted shapes, the sky was on the ground, and the ground floated above.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes, great Kkamang-nim. Your thoughts are spot on.”

“That’s right. This guy’s insane.”

Caruru and Eomdol agreed with Kkamang’s assessment.

Indeed, for some unknown reason, Ungae had lost his mind.

Then—

“Hihit. Guess there’s no helping it. We’ll fix him up. This is kinda our specialty.”

“Indeed.”

“Hehehe. Absolutely. Snapping people back to their senses is what we do best.”

The Kkamang Family were specialists in dragging runaway minds back to reality.

A moment later—

“W-What are you doing?”

“Hihit. Don’t worry. We’ll fix you up cleanly.”

“Huh? No, wait. I’m not insane. I’m fine!”

Ungae protested—

“It’s okay. Don’t hold back. Hihit. Guys, stomp him!”

““Yes!””

Thud-thud-thud!

Rejecting Ungae’s refusal, the Kkamang Family’s intense mental therapy began.

“This place is broken! Fix it, now!”

“Yes, great Kkamang-nim!”

“This memory is missing! Fill it, now!”

“Yes, Kaboolto-nim!”

As the Kkamang Family pointed out every mental flaw, Ungae corrected them one by one.

“Hihit. Treatment complete!”

When their therapy was done—

“I said something like that...? I’m truly sorry.”

Ungae had returned to his senses.

“Sejun-nim, you’re undertaking such a monumental task... To think you’re raising the next-generation Creator... I, Ungae, am deeply moved! I wish to contribute, however modestly, to the operation of the Kindergarten of Destruction!”

Ungae handed over all the money he had to Sejun as a donation. It seemed the treatment had worked well.

“Hehehe. I’ll make good use of it.”

Me using it is the kindergarten budget.

Without hesitation, Sejun accepted the donation and stored it in the subspace vault.

“Well then, I’ll be off.”

“Yes! Safe travels!”

“Puhuhut. Ungae, you’re now an official employee of Sejun Company, nya! Work hard and earn money, nya!”

“Huh?”

As Ungae stood puzzled at Theo’s remark, the dimensional portal closed.

Unnoticed, a stamp had been placed on the back of Ungae’s neck—Theo had done it while he was unconscious. Just like that, Sejun’s family swallowed a Level 7 world whole.

***

[Transferring to Earth.]

[Wishing you a pleasant journey.]

“What time is {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} it?”

It was already 6 o’clock.

“I’ve delayed too long!”

The moment Sejun left the tower, he sprinted toward the Kindergarten of Destruction. It was about 5 kilometers away. Running was much faster than taking a car.

Next time I’ll prepare dinner beforehand.

No—I'll start making several days’ worth of emergency rations.

Sejun resolved to change his habits as he ran. He couldn’t live in anxiety every day like this.

When he finally reached the kindergarten—

“Hmm?”

He found Aileen asleep, along with Taecho and the thirteen children.

They all looked like a mess from playing so hard, but—

“......”

To Sejun, it looked like a peaceful, beautiful painting.

Then—

[You have safely brought the [Child of Creation Tainted by Destruction] left behind in <Necting> to the Kindergarten of Destruction.]

[Quest completed.]

[As a reward, the storage capacity of the [Radiant Darkness Earring] has increased by 5%.]

[As a reward, <Earth (Lv. 3)> gains 5% evolution experience.]

A string of reward messages appeared before Sejun.

To preserve this peaceful scene, Sejun quietly stepped into the kitchen to prepare dinner without waking Aileen or the children.

However—

“Friend!”

Tongtong, who had come along, shattered the peace.

“Hi! I’m Tongtong! Let’s be friends!”

Tongtong woke up the children and cheerfully proposed friendship.

“I don’t wanna! Go away!”

“I’m going back to sleep! No friends!”

As expected, the half-asleep children weren’t thrilled.

“Waaah~!”

Tongtong burst into tears.

At that moment—

“Eat this. Shush!”

Taecho stuck a rice cake into Tongtong’s mouth.

“Shush.”

“I’m Taecho. Park Taecho. Since you ate that, you’re now my subordinate.”

“Huh? Not a friend?”

Tongtong was startled by her words.

“Nope. A subordinate. But if you become Taecho-nim’s subordinate, you get to eat lots of good stuff.”

“Then Tongtong will be Taecho-nim’s subordinate!”

“Good. Then stamp your thumb here!”

Taecho held out a blank sheet of paper.

“Okay!”

Without any suspicion, Tongtong pressed his thumb down.

And so, Taecho’s first subordinate was born.

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