Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 20Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()

Black Tower, 1st Floor

“There, da yo!”

Following the scent trail, Queng led the group to a discarded building in a corner of the first floor of the Black Tower.

As they approached—

“Ugh!”

“Nya?!”

A foul stench hit them, and the party quickly donned gas masks.

“Puhuhut. Still, it’s nothing compared to the poop-smell of the great hybrid Chairman Park, nya!”

Theo proudly declared that this smell didn’t hold a candle to Sejun’s.

“Vice Chairman Theo, don’t call me ‘great’ while talking about poop.”

Feeling mocked, Sejun scolded Theo, who had puffed up with pride.

“Why, nya?! Of course I should call the great hybrid Chairman Park ‘great’, nya!”

Theo looked genuinely confused.

“Because you keep attaching ‘poop smell’ to it!”

Sejun clarified with a sigh.

“Puhuhut. Got it, nya! I’ll call it ‘the scent of the great hybrid Chairman Park’s bowel movement’ from now on, nya!”

“Hey, you brat!”

“Nya! Don’t take off my mask, nya!”

Sejun, enraged, tried to remove Theo’s gas mask, but Theo easily dodged every attempt with nimble movements.

Shhk. Shhk.

While the two bickered—

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. The analysis results are in?”

Iona received the results of the scent analysis.

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Sejun-nim, we’ve identified the culprit. The smell belongs to a honey badger.”

“...You mean, honey badger?”

Sejun froze, mid-mask tug.

A honey badger? Wasn’t that the notoriously vicious animal?

He remembered reading about them online. Ferocious and fearsome.

And so, the culprit was confirmed to be a honey badger.

Then—

“Kkyut? I sense traces of teleportation magic. Judging by the energy signature, it was used about a week ago.”

Iona detected residual mana and began analyzing the pattern.

Moments later—

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Power of the dimensions, open the gate to the coordinates. Portal!”

Extracting the coordinates, Iona opened a portal.

Her achievement drew praise—

“Puhuhut. Detective Iple, excellent work, nya! Brilliant, nya!”

Theo showered Iona with praise.

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut.”

Beaming at the compliments, Iona looked elated.

“Great work, Detective Iple.”

Queng!

[Detective Iple, amazing job, da yo!]

Squeak!

[Not quite as good as the great Detective Kapang, but still respectable!]

Everyone praised Iona—

But in her mind, only Theo’s words echoed on loop:

Puhuhut. Detective Iple, excellent work, nya! Brilliant, nya!

Puhuhut. Detective Iple, excellent work, nya! Brilliant, nya!

...

..

.

“Let’s go.”

Passing through the portal, they arrived at—

[You have arrived on the 53rd floor of the Brown Tower.]

The Brown Tower.

Wait—another mage capable of cross-tower teleportation?

“Hehehe. Let’s hire them.”

“Puhuhut. Time to stamp a contract, nya!”

Sejun and Theo had the exact same thought. Chairman and Vice Chairman of Sejun Company—truly in sync.

Queng!

[I smell it again, da yo!]

Following Queng’s lead, the group tracked the scent.

However—

Queng!

[The trail ends here, da yo!]

After about 5 km, the scent vanished again.

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. I found traces of another teleportation spell here.”

The culprit had erased their trail again.

Cautious bastard.

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Looks like it was used about five days ago.”

But they were gaining. Soon they’d catch up.

A while later, Iona opened another portal and the group stepped through again.

***

<Earth>

Kindergarten of Destruction

Yaaaawn. Hehehe. Slept well.

Aileen stretched with a wide yawn. It was meant to look clumsy and human, but her beauty and dragon’s innate grace made even that seem elegant.

Even stretching and yawning looked royal on her.

Sejun, who had to stand next to this flawless being, was the only one feeling wronged. Her presence made him look even uglier by contrast.

“Hehehe. Gotta eat chocolate cake to wake up properly.”

Still half-asleep, Aileen trudged toward the kitchen. She flung open the freezer.

Having gotten used to Earth tech like refrigerators, Aileen now operated them like second nature. She still missed magic’s instant effects, but she didn’t mind the wait anymore.

She took out a frozen chocolate cake and stabbed a fork into it, shoving a chunk into her mouth.

Cold and sweet—melting together.

Hehehe. Cold and sweet.

With a bright smile, Aileen fully woke up.

She was munching happily—already five slices deep (usually she needed a full cake to be satisfied)—

“Wondang-nim, what are you eating?”

Looks delicious.

Mangmang-i, who had woken up early, stared longingly at the cake.

“No. Sejun said only I could have this.”

Aileen drew a hard line.

“Waaah! Mangmang-i wants it too! I want cake!”

Her rejection made Mangmang-i burst into tears.

“Hmph. Cry all you want.”

Aileen firmly declared, but then pulled out some rice cake from her subspace, drenched it in honey, and—

Plop.

Stuffed it into Mangmang-i’s mouth.

“Waaah... huh?”

Munch. Munch.

“Hehehe.”

Mangmang-i instinctively chewed. The honey’s sweetness spread in his mouth, ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) and he began giggling.

At that moment, awakened by the noise, the other kids flooded into the kitchen.

“Huh?! Mangmang-i’s eating something alone?!”

“Nangnang-i wants some too!”

“Pangpangi wants that too!”

Excited by the rice cake, the kids started clamoring.

“Line up. Now.”

Aileen commanded firmly.

The children instantly formed a line—nothing like the chaos when Sejun was around.

Sejun's presence felt relaxed and free; Aileen’s exuded authority.

While Aileen distributed rice cakes dipped in honey—

Ding dong.

The bell rang.

“Who could that be?”

Aileen walked to the entrance and opened the door.

“Hello. Are you the director here?”

A middle-aged woman in fancy clothes greeted her.

Normally, Aileen viewed any human outside of Sejun and his family as beneath her. But this time, she chose to be gracious.

“Yes. What brings you here?”

She even used a relatively polite tone.

However—

“What brings you here?”

To someone who didn’t know her, it came off as haughty. Her beauty and overwhelming aura didn’t help.

Calm down, Lee Myeong-suk! You’re the director of Hwanggung Kindergarten, the best in Hannam-dong!

This woman, Lee Myeong-suk, had come to scope out the new Kindergarten of Destruction and assess its threat to her prestigious school.

She swallowed her annoyance. Raising her voice would only stir up rumors—and in this neighborhood, that could ruin reputations fast.

But deep down, something primal warned her.

Some instinct told her that if she got angry, something terrible would happen.

Unaware of this inner fear, Lee Myeong-suk forced a proud smile.

“Hohoho. I run a kindergarten nearby too. I thought we could get to know each other.”

“I see. A good decision. I’ll allow you to tour our kindergarten.”

Hehehe. So the great Black Dragon Aileen Pritani’s kindergarten is already famous, huh?

Aileen, beaming, assumed the woman had come to learn from her excellence and led her inside.

“Huh?”

Thus, Lee Myeong-suk entered the Kindergarten of Destruction.

It’s huge... three times the size of Hwanggung. The land alone must cost a fortune.

She was immediately overwhelmed by the size.

“Wondang-nim, who’s this lady?”

“You’re weak! Totally weak!”

“Weak human! Become my minion!”

What the hell?!

The kids—wild, boisterous, blunt—shocked her.

To Lee Myeong-suk, this wasn’t a kindergarten.

It was the jungle.

“Here. Enjoy this while you look around.”

Aileen handed her a cup of coffee and a slice of her precious chocolate cake—an extraordinary act of generosity, considering Aileen’s appetite.

“Thank you.”

Lee Myeong-suk sipped the coffee.

“Oh my! Isn’t this from Queng’s Café?!”

“Yes. Queng brewed it this morning.”

“What?! Queng did?!”

She brings in Queng every morning for fresh brews?! Even the richest chairmen in Hannam-dong haven’t pulled that off!

She gawked in disbelief.

Then—

“Oh my, where did you get this cake?!”

“Hmph! It’s not for sale. Only our vice-director can make it.”

This cake... so soft, sweet, perfect!

Is the vice-director some celebrity chef?

With every bite, her shock deepened.

The facilities, the food—everything surpassed Hwanggung.

She started to panic. Their “0-tier” status was under threat.

But facilities and food aren’t everything.

The essence of a kindergarten is education.

In education, Hwanggung has the upper hand.

Thinking back on the kids’ behavior, she smiled confidently. We can’t lose there.

“Director of the Kindergarten of Destruction, would you be interested in participating in a sports day event at Hwanggung in a month?”

“A sports day?”

“Yes. But to make it fun, we’ll have teams from each kindergarten compete. What do you think?”

Hohoho. Our Hwanggung students are trained by former national athletes. We’ll crush them.

Trying to suppress her smug grin, she laid her trap.

A battle, huh?

I, Aileen Pritani, the great Black Dragon, never back down from a challenge—no matter how trivial.

“Very well. Your courage is commendable. I accept the challenge. Name your events.”

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