Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 712: The Distance Is Too Close!

Land of Destruction.

“What does he mean by, ‘I’ll go’...?”

Corruption pondered deeply over what Sejun had said before his ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ own thoughts dissipated.

“No way?!”

Does that mean he’s coming here?

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The moment Corruption realized that Sejun might be coming to see him, his heart pounded violently.

Someone was coming to see him...

But then, a sudden thought crossed his mind.

Is it really okay for us to meet?

Sejun was still so weak.

There was no way he could handle facing Corruption.

It would be better if Sejun grew stronger.

In Corruption’s heart, filled with hatred and rage, a small space was made for a fondness and concern for Sejun.

An existence as insignificant as Sejun’s, yet one he didn’t want to lose.

***

99th Floor of the Black Tower.

“Hup!”

Sejun got up with his usual vigor.

“Maintain Cleanliness.”

First, he used the skill to cleanse his body.

“Oh wow. Just smell these little dirtballs.”

Sejun brought his nose to Theo and Kkamang’s heads, bellies, and paws, sniffing them thoroughly.

Hehehe.

Nice.

So cozy.

With a big grin, Sejun took in the scent of his little companions.

“Maintain Cleanliness.”

He then used the skill to clean up his companions.

And then—

“Nyaa...”

“Nngh...”

He gathered the sleepy crew and stood up.

“Shall we get started today as well?”

Clang.

Sejun opened the portal to the subspace storage and stepped inside, heading to the room where the Locust Farm was located.

“Whoa.”

It was vast.

Sejun’s eyes widened as he saw the Locust Farm, now four times larger than before.

Yesterday, Iona had connected Rascal’s subspace storage, expanding the size of the farm.

“So many more of them now.”

With the expanded farm space, the number of locusts, which had been limited by space before, had significantly increased.

Thunk. Whoosh. Thunk. Whoosh.

[The Lucky Target of the Black Tower, Park Theo, has defeated the first calamity of destruction, the White Locust.]

[You have received 50 million experience points, 50% of the amount Theo obtained.]

[Due to the effect of the Title: Owner of the Calamity Farm, you have gained an additional 100 million experience points.]

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Sejun pressed down on Theo’s front paw, using the one-paw technique to hunt down the White Locusts.

Since there were more of them than usual, the hunting session took longer.

When the hunting was finally over—

“Hehehe. Eat up and multiply again.”

Sejun tossed the branches from the pruning and the stems of harvested crops as feed for the locusts before closing the door.

Sejun then proceeded to visit each calamity farm in turn, hunting and feeding them as usual.

Since the other farms had also expanded, the number of calamities to hunt had increased, extending the hunting time.

When Sejun finally emerged from the subspace storage—

Thud. Thud.

The heavy footsteps echoed from afar.

Pink Fur was carrying Queng in her mouth as she appeared.

“It’s already time for breakfast. Wait just a moment.”

Quhehhehe.

Sejun held Queng, who was clinging to him, under his arm and headed to the kitchen.

“Cook.”

Sejun No. 12 duplicated the Choco Pie, filling Pink Fur’s snack pouch to the brim.

“Here.”

“Queng.”

[Thank you, Sejun-nim.]

Quhohoho.

Thud. Thud.

Pink Fur, in a great mood, walked away happily to begin her special training.

And then—

“Everyone, let’s eat breakfast.”

Sejun woke up his still drowsy companions and fed them breakfast.

After breakfast was over—

“Queng!”

[Dad, here’s your coffee!]

“Mm. Thanks.”

Slurp.

“Aah. So good.”

This is the taste.

Sejun leaned back in his chair, smiling contentedly as he drank the iced coffee Queng had brewed for him.

And then—

“Puhuhut.”

“Quhehhehe.”

“Kkihihit.”

Theo, Queng, and Kkamang settled themselves beside Sejun, enjoying the drowsy calm after the meal.

“Kyut-kyut-kyut.”

Of course, Iona was also having fun, wrapping herself in Theo’s tail.

Sejun enjoyed this peaceful moment with his companions for about thirty minutes.

Then he gathered his crew and headed to the 10th Tower to work on the farm.

“Herr-nim, you’re working hard, right? If you don’t pay the rent, you’re getting impeached again.”

“Puhuhut. That’s right, nya! If you don’t pay the rent, you’re getting impeached again, nya!”

[The God Who Lost His Divinity, Herr, says he is diligently making elixirs and begs not to be banished.]

“Hmph. Last time, it was just a warning. But if you don’t pay the rent this time, I’m really going to kick you out.”

Sejun bluffed as he responded to Herr’s pleas.

“Puhuhut. That’s right, nya! If you don’t pay, it’s impeachment and banishment, nya!”

Theo gleefully echoed Sejun, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Herr was really having a tough time.

After finishing their tasks at the 10th Tower, Sejun and his group finally arrived at Kkamyeol Grand Star.

Eventually, even though he wouldn’t actually kick Herr out, Sejun refused to admit it.

Sejun checked for the Ogre and Planet-Destroying Turtle, which were still nowhere to be found.

“Hehehe. I can’t wait to tease him later.”

Sejun smirked like a villain, imagining how Corruption would furiously insist that he hadn’t kept the Ogre and Turtle away just because of what Sejun had said.

That would only make it more fun to tease him.

After completing the farmwork at Kkamyeol Grand Star, Sejun returned to the Black Tower.

“Alright, shall we go?”

Sejun poured his mana into the portal scroll.

Boom!

The ground shook as a grand archway made of white marble appeared.

“Puhuhut. As the great Hybrid Chairman Park, I, Vice Chairman Theo, shall go first and check if it’s safe for you, nya!”

“Queng!”

[Queng will go in first to make sure it’s safe for Dad, da yo!]

“Kkihihit. Nngh! Nngh!”

[Heh. Butler! The great Kkamang will go in too and check if it’s done right!]

Theo, Queng, and Kkamang rushed into the blue swirling space.

In the meantime, Sejun double-checked his equipment:

Aileen’s [Lover’s Ring (Amplification)] and [Kai-Ra’s Guardian Necklace]

Kaiser’s [Dragon’s Return Bracelet] and [Dragon’s Summon Bracelet]

Kellyon’s [Shield of the Dignified Dragon’s Form]

Lamter’s [Flame Devourer]

Patrick’s divine items [Patrick’s Straw Hat] and [Blade of the Earth]

Leah’s divine item [The Pouch of Abundance]

Mirna’s divine trident [Trident of Fire, Wind, and Water]

Karre’s [Orb of Deceit]

Kommi’s [Tough Spider Web Camouflage Suit]

Emila’s [Golden Boots of the Excellent Farmer]

The now ordinary sword [Stormbringer]

And lastly, just in case, Umdol’s [Um-Dol’s Sturdy Stone Pot].

As Sejun finished gathering his equipment—

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, it’s safe, nya! No Creator God, nya!”

“Quhehhehe. Queng! It’s safe, da yo!”

“Kkihihit. Nngh! It’s safe! But Butler, you’re a weakling, so who knows!”

Sejun’s eyebrow twitched.

Did that cheeky little Kkamang just call him a weakling?

Sejun couldn’t let it slide.

Nope. He didn’t let it slide.

Squeeze.

Grabbing Kkamang’s cheeks, he stretched them like mochi as punishment.

“Nngh!”

[Butler, let’s talk it out!]

But Sejun wasn’t listening.

“Hehehe. It’s too late.”

The soft, squishy feeling was too good to let go of.

Meanwhile, Queng, misunderstanding the situation, nudged his face forward, wanting to play with Sejun too.

‘Queng, this is actually punishment.’

Quhehhehe.

With an innocent gaze, Queng stared up at Sejun.

Queng, if you keep looking at me like that...

‘Well, I’m grateful.’

Squeeze.

Sejun released Kkamang’s cheeks and grabbed Queng’s instead.

When he stretched Queng’s chubby cheeks—

“Hehehe.”

Laughter burst out on its own.

Sejun had squeezed Theo and Kkamang’s cheeks plenty of times whenever they caused trouble, but obedient Queng rarely misbehaved, so he never had a reason to play with his cheeks.

And Queng’s cheeks were the best. There was plenty to grab, and they stretched wonderfully.

“Hehe.”

As Sejun continued kneading Queng’s cheeks with both hands, grinning like an idiot—

“Nyaa...”

“Nngh...”

Theo and Kkamang, feeling slighted, puffed up their cheeks, staring at Sejun in protest.

Chairman Park! Squeeze my cheeks too, nya!

Butler! The Great Kkamang’s cheeks too!

Why were they competing over this?

“Puhuhut. Get in line.”

Sejun was the only one having a great time.

After taking his time kneading all three of their cheeks, Sejun finally said,

“Alright, guys, gather your gear.”

“Puhuhut. Already got my bundle packed, nya!”

Theo proudly displayed his pack — the Merchant’s Bundle of the Nine Towers, filled with his precious items.

“Kyut-kyut-kyut. I brought my staff too!”

Iona held up the Gravity Suppression Staff.

“Queng!”

Queng lifted the Thunderstick.

“Kkihihit.”

Kkamang showed off his snack pouch filled with Supreme-Taste Roasted Sweet Potato Jerky.

“Alright. Then let’s head out.”

Sejun and his group entered the portal, sliding into the swirling blue light.

Moments later—

Having belatedly heard about the party through the Employee Communication Network, Piyot, Yuren, Poyo, and the marksmen arrived at the scene.

Piyot? Piyot! Piyot!

[Where did Sejun-nim and the others go?

Oh.

Is that the portal to the Creator’s Temple?

Let’s wait here!]

“Whehehe. Got it. I’ll check if there are any leftovers from yesterday’s feast.”

Following Piyot’s suggestion, Yuren headed toward the kitchen.

“Mohehehe.”

Lick. Lick. Lick.

Poyo, sticking close to Yuren, greedily licked up Yuren’s misfortune as he trailed behind.

Meanwhile—

“Kyaong! Kyaong!”

[Alright! Let’s come up with a plan!]

Baektang gathered the other marksmen — Cheongnyong, Heukbok, and Jeokbi — speaking in a serious tone.

But—

“Nyoong-nyoong?”

“Bokk-bokk?”

“Tweet-tweet?”

All three looked at him with a puzzled expression as if asking, ‘What plan?’

“Kyaong!”

[The Sejun-nim Lap Reclamation Operation!]

Baektang declared confidently.

‘Uh-huh. Do it yourself.’

The other three quickly distanced themselves from Baektang and positioned themselves next to Piyot.

They knew if they stayed by Baektang’s side, Theo would definitely target them as accomplices.

And so, the three of them decided to stick close to Piyot, Theo’s right forepaw.

Meanwhile, Baektang, who was now abandoned by everyone—

“Kyaong!”

[I can do this on my own!]

I’ll kick Theo out and take over Sejun-nim’s lap!

First, Theo has to mess up somehow...

Baektang began brainstorming a way to get Theo banned from Sejun’s lap.

But no good ideas came to mind.

I’m sleepy... Maybe I’ll just nap a bit.

Kyaourong. Kyaourong.

In no time, he was fast asleep.

In his dreams, Baektang finally got to sit on Sejun’s lap.

***

[You have entered the portal connected to the Creator’s Temple.]

A message appeared before Sejun’s eyes.

As he continued to walk, Sejun exited the blue aura and found himself inside a radiant, luminous structure.

“So, this is the Creator’s Temple.”

For the first time, Sejun had made it to the Creator’s Temple without passing out.

As he looked around—

“Welcome, Park Sejun. I am the first Apostle of the Creator, Emila Ibenes.”

“Good to meet you. I am the second Apostle of the Creator, Amur Lanj.”

Emila and Amur greeted Sejun warmly.

“Yes, hello. Emila-nim, thank you for the shoes.”

Sejun expressed his gratitude for the [Golden Boots of the Excellent Farmer] he had received from Emila.

And then—

“Amur-nim, the portrait... thank you.”

Sejun also thanked Amur, though he really wanted to complain about the portrait that hadn’t included his face.

But since Theo, Queng, and Kkamang had already scolded Amur about it, Sejun decided to let it go.

Flamy had also badgered Amur about the portrait, but Sejun wasn’t aware of that.

Amur felt relieved.

If Sejun brought it up, Theo, Flamy, Queng, and Kkamang would all gang up on him again.

“So, are we heading straight to the Land of Destruction?”

Sejun asked.

Emila and Amur exchanged a glance.

“Follow us. There are a few things you need to know before we go.”

As they walked to the waypoint, they began explaining.

“There’s a weight limit on the items you can carry. The maximum is 10kg...”

They continued to explain as they walked.

The rules were similar to when entering the Towers. The weight limit was 10kg, the subspace storage couldn’t be accessed, and seeds brought in wouldn’t germinate.

‘Just like entering the Tower,’ Sejun thought.

Adjusting his inventory, Sejun left behind the [Shield of the Dignified Dragon’s Form], [Blade of the Earth], and the [Magic Sword Stormbringer].

Farm tools or food...

After much deliberation, he decided to leave behind [Um-Dol’s Sturdy Stone Pot], reasoning he could manage without food.

Thus, he managed to stay within the 10kg limit.

“Oh, and once we’re inside, it will be dangerous due to the aura of Destruction, so be cautious.”

“Because of that, we can only last an hour before we have to come out.”

Emila and Amur gave Sejun one last warning.

“Place your hand here.”

“Yes.”

Thump.

Sejun placed his hand on a white crystal, and his companions followed suit.

Since they couldn’t use subspace storage, each of them had to register individually at the waypoint.

Even Bat-Bat woke up to place his wing on the crystal.

[Waypoint <Creator’s Temple> has been registered.]

[Waypoint has been registered.]

Having registered both waypoints, Sejun and his group—

“Then let’s head out.”

“We’ll go ahead and handle the monsters. You follow us shortly.” freēwēbnovel.com

Emila and Amur departed first.

About five minutes later—

[Waypoint List]

99th Floor of the Black Tower

99th Floor of the White Tower

99th Floor of the Red Tower ...

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“Let’s go.”

Sejun pressed the option for the Land of Destruction.

[Moving to .]

He vanished.

“Nyaa!”

“Kyut!”

“Queng!”

(Bat-Bat!)

“Nngh!”

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The rest of the group followed Sejun and transferred to the Land of Destruction.

***

Land of Destruction.

“It’s Sejun!”

He really came!

Corruption’s heart raced with excitement at Sejun’s presence.

But then—

Wait!

The distance is too close!

At this rate, Sejun could die!

Realizing that the distance between them was dangerously close, Corruption started running as far away from Sejun as possible — even though it was Sejun who should have been running away.

Thus, another creature joined the list of those struggling for survival like a fragile weakling.