Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 6Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()

86th Floor of the Golden Tower.

Piyot!

[Sejun-nim! Theo-nim! Farewell!]

“Uhehehehe. Thank you for your help! Goodbye!”

“Mohehehehe. Goodbye!”

“Kaboolto-nim! Goodbye! I, Junior Gold, will report to you soon!”

The Sejun family stepped onto the waypoint as Piyot and the others sent them off with full honors.

And then—

“Since we’re here, let’s stop by the 99th floor.”

Instead of returning directly to Earth, Sejun headed to the 99th floor of the Black Tower.

He wanted to check in on the 10th Tower and the Kkamyol Grand Star, which had been unreachable due to the Earthside aftermath—and also to visit the Creator God’s temple and confront him, if present.

No matter how he looked at it, entrusting him with all eleven Children of Creation had been too much.

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

Upon arrival—

[The administrator of the Tower, recognizing Sejun, greets him warmly with a delighted voice.]

Kaiser welcomed him cheerfully.

“Uh... yeah. Hello. Everything okay?”

Since Aileen had been the administrator until recently, Sejun almost responded informally, thinking it was her, and quickly corrected himself.

[The administrator replies confidently that nothing could possibly go wrong under his management.]

Kaiser answered Sejun with proud assurance.

[The administrator adds—though there are no issues with the Tower itself, he is feeling a bit lonely because the Samyangju has run out, speaking in the loneliest voice he can manage.]

“Oh. You’re out of Samyangju? Here.”

Playing pitiful earned him a fresh bottle from Sejun.

Ever since Sejun’s subspace warehouse had expanded, he’d moved the entire brewery inside—so now he had more than enough to share.

“Ahhh. That hits the spot.”

While Kaiser joyfully sipped the Samyangju—

“How’ve you been?”

Moo!

Kwoooong!

Kkeeek!

Wiiing!

Sejun greeted the welcoming cries of the Bull King, Pink Fur, the Mushroom Ants, and Poison Honeybees, then began inspecting the farm.

And—

[Black Tower 99th Floor, Poison Honeybee No. 103,120: Breaking News from “What Will Chairman Park Eat Today?” Sejun Company’s Chairman Park has returned to the 99th Floor!]

[Black Tower 99th Floor, Mushroom Ant No. 83,818: Model Mushroom Taxi now waiting at entrance! Get a safe and speedy ride to wherever Sejun-nim is!]

Some of them quickly spread word of his return across the full-time employee network—but since Sejun had only been away for a day, the buzz wasn’t too intense.

“Good. The farm’s in good shape. Queng, pack the harvest into the subspace warehouse.”

Queng!

Sejun gave the order, then—

“Summon the gate.”

Thunk!

He headed to the 10th Tower to pester Patrick, Hamer, and Stella for rent and harvest a few crops while replanting others.

Then—

“Oh, right. I forgot to tell Aileen I left the kids’ meals in the fridge... She’ll figure it out, right?”

He suddenly remembered he hadn’t informed Aileen.

Of course, she wouldn’t figure it out. Aileen had only been on Earth for a day and didn’t even know what a refrigerator was. As a great dragon capable of preservation magic, she had no use for one.

No way... she isn’t actually cooking for them, is she?

No, no! She wouldn’t!

As Sejun shook his head and tried to dismiss the concern—

“Where are we?”

“Dunno.”

“What do we do?! We can’t find Mr. Sejun?!”

“This is bad!”

“What now?!”

Having fled the Kindergarten of Destruction to escape Aileen’s cooking and Flamy’s nutritional supplements, the children wandered the neighborhood with anxious faces.

Growwwl.

“I’m hungry...”

“I get angry when I’m hungry!”

“Rangrangi’s mad too!”

When your stomach’s empty, your temper flares—it’s a universal truth.

Just as Earth neared another crisis—

“Huh?!”

Sniff sniff.

Dongdong-i began sniffing the air with a happy expression.

Sniff sniff.

Sniff sniff.

The other kids followed suit.

“Yummy smell!”

“Smells tasty!”

“Smells kinda like Mr. Sejun’s food!”

Something delicious was in the air.

Lured by the aroma, the children drifted with dazed expressions, following the scent.

A moment later—

“Want some.”

“Shongshongi too...”

They gathered outside a house, peeking through the window to stare longingly at the food.

“Should we eat it?”

“No! Mr. Sejun said don’t eat food that isn’t yours! If you do, you’re a bad kid! And if you’re a bad kid, Queng will tattle to Mr. Sejun!”

Dongdong-i tried to stop them. But even he couldn’t take his eyes off the food.

“That’s scary...”

“Queng hitting you hurts.”

“But I’m so hungry I wanna break stuff...”

“Bongbongi too...”

As the kids’ hunger turned into slow-burning rage—

“Oh my. Are you little ones watching because you’re hungry?”

Kim Miran opened the door and called out to them.

Indeed, the place the kids had wandered to... was Sejun’s family home.

“Yes~ we’re hungry!”

“Please give us food!”

“Are you now? Come in, my sweet pups.”

“Thang you!”

“Thank yooou!”

And so, the children enjoyed a delicious lunch at Sejun’s mom’s house—a certified grandma-grade kitchen.

And just like that, Earth was saved once again... thanks to Sejun and his mom.

***

Temple of the Creator God.

“You really don’t know where the Creator God went?”

“We really don’t. He told us not to look for him—he said he was going on vacation.”

“Yeah. It’s true.”

Pressed by Sejun, the two apostles of the Creator God replied with guilty expressions. Even they felt that the Creator God had gone too far by dumping everything on Sejun.

But... they also couldn’t say they didn’t understand. The Creator God had about 20 years left to live.

But ever since he began caring for the children, his lifespan had been declining rapidly.

The problem was, there was currently no next Creator God.

If the current one perished, the world would be left without anyone to manage it.

That was why he couldn’t care for the children himself. He had to preserve his life for as long as possible until a new Creator God was born.

The result? Sejun got stuck raising the Children of Creation.

It was unfair—but there were no other options. Sejun was the best candidate. Even the great dragons acknowledged his parenting skills.

And with the Sejun family at his side—capable of subduing rampaging children—there was peace of mind.

“Alright. If the Creator God returns, let me know, please.”

“Got it.”

“Of course.”

And so, with nothing gained, Sejun returned to Earth and headed home.

“Your mom’s food is the best!”

“Yeah! Grandma’s food is tasty!”

“Hohoho. There’s plenty more. Eat up!”

Laughter rang out from Sejun’s family home, not the kindergarten. Aileen and the kids were having the time of their lives.

After wandering around looking for the kids, Aileen had found them with Kim Miran and naturally joined in the meal.

What the...?

As Sejun stepped into the house—

“Sejun!”

Aileen, mouth full of food, welcomed him brightly.

“Mr. Sejun!”

“Why did you come so late?!”

“Why’d you abandon us?!”

The kids looked at him with a mix of betrayal and relief.

“Aileen... did you by chance open the fridge?”

Noticing their expressions, Sejun asked carefully.

“Hm? What’s a fridge? Oh, I fed them lunch. This is just a snack.”

Aileen replied proudly, expecting praise.

Shake. Shake.

Shake. Shake.

Behind her, the children vigorously shook their heads, silently screaming this is not a snack and disavowing Aileen’s cooking.

Yeah. I get it.

Sejun empathized deeply with the children.

Then—

“Sejun! I even saved some for you!”

...Huh?

What did she just say?

Aileen declared it proudly—like thunder out of a clear sky.

“Are you touched because I cooked for you? Kehihihi. You don’t have to be! Our Sejun is so easily moved~”

Misunderstanding Sejun’s frozen face as overwhelmed gratitude, Aileen smiled sweetly.

“Y-yeah... I’m really moved. Thank you.”

Sejun quickly faked the most touched expression he could muster, trying not to burst the illusion.

My son is wonderful.

Kim Miran nodded approvingly. A man had to put in that level of effort if he wanted to keep a woman like Aileen.

“Mom, can I sleep here tonight?”

Sejun tried appealing to Kim Miran.

“Nope. Your room’s a storage closet now.”

Shut down cold.

And so, abandoned even by his own home, Sejun returned to the kindergarten—and ate the food Aileen had made just for him, plus what the kids had left behind.

As a result, his Grotesque Cuisine skill leveled up significantly. And though it wasn’t intentional, the system counted it as a sacrifice made for the children—he gained Lifespan Increase, Tower Coin Bonus, and <Earth> Evolution EXP.

[Hehet. Sejun-nim, I have leftovers too. Want some?]

“Flamy... I’m sorry. I’m really full.”

[Okay...]

“I’ll definitely eat it later.”

Sejun patted the disappointed Flamy and laid down to settle his queasy stomach.

Moments later—

Zzzzz.

Sejun drifted into a light sleep.

Kihihit.

Kkamang, holding a glowing orb of World Energy in his mouth, lay on Sejun’s chest and closed his eyes.

***

Kkamang’s Mental World.

“Ugh! Huh?”

This is... Kkamang’s mental world?

Sejun had been dreaming of eating Aileen’s cooking daily—a nightmare—when the setting suddenly changed.

Then—

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, I’m here, nya!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut! Me too!”

Theo and Iona arrived, bringing with them Mini Chairman Park No. 4 and Gilsoon Nightmare, the Demon King of Prophetic Dreams.

“Hehe! Butler!”

Kkamang appeared too, flanked by his crew.

Then—

“Guys, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry!”

Apologies began. Now that Taecho had stabilized and Corruption no longer interfered, the process was going smoothly.

“This time, we should have Taecho apologize too.”

Until Sejun decided to bring her in.

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“...We will forgive you.”

Taecho shouted down the spirits, and they, overwhelmed, forgave her.

“Park Taecho, that’s not an apology.”

Sejun gently corrected her.

“Huh? Why not? They said they forgive me.”

“You said it like you were going to beat them up if they didn’t. That’s not real forgiveness.”

“Why? Why forgive someone if you don’t want to?”

At first, Taecho didn’t understand.

“If Daddy made you mad and said, ‘Forgive me and I’ll give you honey peanuts,’ would you forgive Daddy?”

“I would! But I’d forgive Daddy even without the peanuts.”

“Hehehe. Really?”

Sejun grinned at her sweet answer.

Ah—no, no! That’s not the lesson.

He corrected his example quickly.

“What if Kkamang asked for forgiveness?”

“I wouldn’t forgive Kkamang Oppa!”

“But what if he offered you honey peanuts?”

“Hmm... I’d forgive him.”

“See? That’s the point.”

“Oh! I get it now!”

Once Sejun explained it in food terms, Taecho understood immediately.

Soon after, Taecho and the Kkamang family sincerely apologized to the spirits, and Sejun and the others helped.

As the sun rose—

“Mr. Sejun! Give us food!”

“Bongbongi is hungry!”

“Shongshongi is mad because she’s hungry!”

“Mr. Sejun! Come play with Rangrangi!”

Another lively day began at the Kindergarten of Destruction.

Then—

Ding-dong.

Someone rang the kindergarten’s doorbell.

Who could it be?

Sejun stepped outside.

“What the—?”

No one was there.

A prank?

Just as Sejun turned to go back in—

Smooch, smooch, smooch.

Wet sounds came from below.

Sejun looked down—and saw a baby in a basket, sucking his thumb and staring up at him.

Inside the basket ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) was a note.

Sejun, I’m entrusting you with this child as well. Please name him Cervantes. —The Creator God

“You seriously came all the way here just to leave a kid?!”

Sejun exploded with rage.

Cervantes?

“Hmph. Your name’s Smoochie.”

Ignoring the Creator God’s instructions, he named the baby as he pleased.

And just like that, a new member—Smoochie—joined the Kindergarten of Destruction.

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