Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 51Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()

99th Floor of the Black Tower.

“Forby Tteonddaen-nim, when is Daddy Tteonddaen coming?”

“Yeah! Why hasn’t Tteonddaen-nim come to pick up Mingming?”

After finishing their food, the children started asking for Sejun.

“U-um... kids, Teacher Sejun said he’d come tomorrow, remember? Just one more night of sleep and you’ll see him! Isn’t that great?”

Forby tried to coax them with a gentle voice.

But—

“Nooo! Shongshongi wants to see Daddy Tteonddaen now!”

“Bongbongi too!”

“Daddy Tteonddaen-nim!”

“Daddy... uheung... Tteonddaen-niiiim~”

For the children who wanted to see Sejun right away, Forby’s words had no effect.

The kids began to rev up their tear engines.

“Grandpas! It’s ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) an emergency! Do something!”

With no other way to calm them down, Forby turned to the Tower Lords for help.

—Kids, look at this! It’s Sejun!

—Whoa! Looks just like him!

The Lords used illusion magic to create an image of Sejun to distract the children.

“Huh?! Daddy Tteonddaen-nim?”

“It’s Tteonddaen-nim!”

The kids ran toward the illusion of Sejun and leapt to hug him—

Thud.

Only to fall through the illusion.

Oh no!

Forby gasped and covered his mouth. A worst-case scenario was unfolding.

“Gomgom fell down! Tteonddaen-nim didn’t hug Gomgom! Waaah!”

Gomgom burst into tears—partly from the fall, partly from feeling betrayed that Sejun didn’t catch him.

“Tteonddaen-nim is fake!”

“Mulmuli got tricked!”

The others began bawling too, rolling on the floor in agony.

Boom! Boom!

Each time a child hit the floor, the surrounding area took damage.

—Kids, calm down!

—If you stop crying, we’ll play with you!

The Tower Lords tried to talk them down from afar. They couldn’t approach because of the fragile dragon statues.

“Kids, should we sing the Poruru song together?”

Forby, the only one who could safely approach, tried everything to soothe them.

“No! Tteonddaen-nim’s not here!”

“Want to see Daddy Tteonddaen-nim!”

“Bring Tteonddaen back—!”

“Kuku, that’s rude! Say Daddy Tteonddaen-nim properly!”

Thwack.

“Eek! Shongshongi hit Kuku! Kuku’s mad!”

Smack.

The situation got worse—now the kids were fighting.

“Why did you hit me, Shongshongi?!”

“You hit first!”

“No, you were disrespecting Daddy Tteonddaen-nim’s name! You’re the bad one!”

The sudden argument snowballed into a full-blown brawl.

Boom! Boom!

The Destruction Children, consumed by rage, began to grow in size—and the 99th floor of the Black Tower descended into utter chaos.

Fortunately, all Black Tower residents had been evacuated to other floors, so there were no casualties.

Just as the 99th floor was on the verge of collapsing—

[You have arrived at the 99th floor of the Black Tower.]

Sejun had arrived.

...What the hell happened here?

Sejun looked around at the ruined battlefield in disbelief—but quickly regained composure.

“Kids, Teacher’s here!”

He calmly walked straight into the middle of the battlefield.

Even though the Destruction Children hadn’t realized Sejun was there yet—and it was dangerous—

“Puhuhut! As long as I, Vice Chairman Teo, am here, the great Hybrid Chairman Park is safe, nya!”

Kuhehehe. Kkueng! Kkueng!

[Hehe~. Daddy is protected by Kkueng, da yo! Hiyah!]

Thanks to Theo and Queng, Sejun was completely safe.

Kihehe. Squeak!

[Hehe. Kids! The great Kkamang and the butler are here!]

Kkamang also barked to announce their arrival.

“Huh?! It’s Daddy Tteonddaen-nim!”

As soon as they spotted Sejun, the children calmed down and the brawl ended anticlimactically.

“What the? They stopped crying just like that? And without food or Poruru?”

—Sejun really is good with kids.

—Seriously. I think I’ll send my grandkid to him too. He can fix their picky eating and tantrums.

Forby and the Tower Lords looked at Sejun with reverent admiration.

[Your standing has increased as you have been acknowledged by transcendent beings.]

As a result, Sejun’s status rose slightly.

Oh. I feel pumped!

His innate true energy level increased, allowing him to absorb more energy from his core shard.

“Sigh... But my house and field are all ruined.”

Sejun sighed deeply, surveying the devastation.

“Tteonddaen-nim, are you mad?”

“Tteonddaen-nim... sorry...”

“Tteonddaen-nim, Dongdong-i did bad.”

The kids approached nervously, apologizing. Now that their emotions had calmed, they could see what they had done.

And then—

Kkueng! Kkueng!

[Kkueng’s herb field is gone, da yo! The Manilsam I was growing for Daddy is dead, da yo!]

Queng returned from the wreckage holding a limp ginseng plant in his hand, his eyes radiating murder.

“What do we do?! Kkueng Tteonddaen-nim is angry!”

“Kkueng Tteonddaen-nim’s scary when he’s mad!”

“We’re gonna get beaten to dust!”

The kids were terrified.

“I think Nene broke that part over there...”

“No! Not Nene!”

“It hurts so bad when you get hit...”

“Nene said it wasn’t them!”

They began trying to identify the culprit.

“I have an idea for Nene! Let’s pray to God!”

“Oh, yeah! Just like in the Sun and Moon fairy tale—if we pray, God might grant our wish with a rope!”

Recalling the play they had done, the kids came up with a solution.

“What should we pray for?”

“Let’s ask to go back to before we caused the mess.”

“Okay!”

The Destruction Children shut their eyes tightly and prayed to God.

Too cute.

Sejun smiled watching the kids pray with their little hands together.

Fairy tales really do have value.

He also felt proud of the education he was giving them.

But aside from Taecho, aren’t they basically the highest-level gods themselves? Who would grant their prayers?

As expected, there was no being to answer their prayers.

Please take us back to before we caused the mess!

Please take us back to before we caused the mess!

...

..

.

Instead, the collective will of the future Creator Gods stirred causality itself—changing the flow of the world.

Sejun’s destroyed crops and Queng’s herbs began to revive. The devastated fields turned back in time, returning to normal.

“Huh?!”

The kids have this kind of power?

Sejun was shocked by their abilities.

Just then—

“Brotheeer—!”

Ace’s dragon statue came flying toward Sejun.

When the kids had arrived—

“He’s our Tteonddaen-nim!”

—No! He’s my brother-in-law, Ace!

They’d fought over Sejun, broke Ace’s statue, and it had been undergoing repairs—now, it too had been restored.

“Brother-in-law! Please scold them! They broke my statue!”

Ace tattled immediately.

“Aww, but you’re a generous brother-in-law. Let’s forgive them since it was an accident. Want some dinosaur-shaped chicken?”

—Puhihihi. Yes!

Dino nuggets solved all grievances.

“Alright. Wait a sec.”

As he fried up some nuggets—

Gotta take care of Ajax too.

Sejun also started making hotcakes for Ajax, his favorite.

“Only take 100 bottles of alcohol. Any more, and I’ll confiscate it. Vice Chairman Teo, keep an eye on them.”

He distributed the alcohol he had been fermenting to the Lords.

“Puhuhut. Got it, nya! The great Hybrid Chairman Park can trust me, Vice Chairman Teo, nya! Dragons! I, Vice Chairman Teo, am watching you, nya!”

Flash!

Teo covered his eyes with his golden, money-colored paws—

Flash!

And opened them to reveal glowing golden irises.

—Terrifying. He opened his Insight like that?

—Teo... is definitely not normal.

The Lords were shocked.

—If he were normal, would he be watching over us?

—Grahaha. True enough.

When it came to Sejun, Teo knew no limits or logic.

As the Lords left with their allotted 100 bottles of alcohol—

Kihehe. Squeak!

[Hehe. Hey dragons! Hand over your heart shards to the great Kkamang’s butler!]

Kkamang barked outside in a voice that posed zero threat—extorting dragons.

—Huh? You say it’ll make Sejun stronger?

Kihehe. Squeak! Squeak!

[Hehe. Of course! The great Kkamang makes it possible!]

—Muhahaha. It’s no big deal to give it.

—Yeah. We’ve wanted to give it but had no way. Here, take it.

The dragons gladly handed over their heart shards to Kkamang.

Heheh! Time to upgrade the butler!

Kkamang sprinted to Sejun and began fusing six missing elemental dragon heart shards with his core.

Thanks to Sejun’s return, the 99th floor of the Black Tower regained its old vitality.

***

75th Floor of the Black Tower.

Squawk!

[Zeras-nim! I’ve caught the culprit!]

Blacktorch burst into Zeras’s office, dragging a green frog by the collar.

And—

“Welcome, Prince Blacktorch. Hmm, yes, it really is petty thief Keruri Niru. Good work. Here’s the bounty—1 Tower Coin.”

He received the bounty from Zeras.

Taking mercenary jobs during training journeys was practically tradition. Blacktorch, Shaki, and Ddoongi were busy doing mercenary work.

“With this, you’ve become a C-rank mercenary, Blacktorch-nim. Here’s your C-rank badge.”

Normally, he’d need to go to the Mercenary Association, but someone like Zeras could issue badges up to A-rank on the spot.

Squawk!

[Thank you!]

Blacktorch grinned, looking at his new badge.

So far, they’d only done petty missions—but from C-rank, they could meet real opponents.

As Blacktorch exited the Wandering Merchant Association HQ—

Beep!

[Delicious carrot fries, get them here!]

[We also have sweet carrot juice!]

Shaki and Ddoongi had opened a pop-up food cart, and a long line of customers had already formed.

Since bounty rewards weren’t enough to live on, they ran a food cart on the side.

Surprisingly, their cooking skills were excellent. Word had spread, and demand was rising.

Are we going to become legendary rabbit chefs?

Blacktorch began to seriously consider whether they should go all in on the food business.

***

99th Floor of the Black Tower.

While everyone peacefully rested and ate Sejun’s food—

—Sejun, actually... the Red Tower arriving early on Earth was Perion’s fault. He stressed me out a week ago, and I messed up.

Remter quietly confessed.

“...What?”

—Yeah. You must be angry. Go ahead, I’ll call Perion right now. Take him to Earth.

“Huh?”

Sejun was confused. What was going on?

Then—

—Kuhahaha. Remter, why’re you being so roundabout? Sejun, just take Perion and grind him a bit.

Kaiser joined in.

“Oh, so I can grind him?”

—Yeah. Train him hard—make him like Forby.

Ah! Got it now!

Sejun understood the dragons’ intent.

“Hehehe. This won’t be easy, though.”

—Then what do you need? Just name it!

—Sejun, can you take Hokos too?

—And our Garlic, as well.

The Tower Lords all begged Sejun to train their grandkids.

“Puhuhut. Dragons! Nothing in this world is free, nya! I want scales, claws, and horns, nya!”

As expected of the great Hybrid Chairman Park! Even the dragons bow to him, nya!

Teo, moved by Sejun’s greatness, gathered up the requested dragon materials into a bundle.

Once Teo had secured the goods—

“I’ll take the kids first, then we’ll schedule the rest.”

Sejun pretended to be busy, teasing the desperate dragons.

A short while later—

“Alright, we’re off.”

—Take care.

—Goodbye.

With the Tower Lords seeing them off, Sejun returned to Earth with his companions and the 23 Destruction Children.

And just like that, Sejun’s fulfilling 2-day vacation came to an end.

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