Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 721: We’re Close.

Land of Destruction.

“Why isn’t Sejun coming?! Why won’t he come?!”

Corruption screeched in frustration, her voice shrill and trembling. Sejun hadn’t come to apologize in Kkamang’s mental world, nor had he shown up in the Land of Destruction.

Beneath her outburst were layers of emotion—nervousness, fear, anger...

But more than anything—

Has Sejun started to hate me too?

It was the fear of being left alone.

I guess it’s impossible to get close to anyone while looking like this.

Corruption resigned herself to the thought.

I don’t want Sejun to go anywhere else. If I just get rid of everything around him, then he’ll have nowhere else to go—and he’ll stay with me.

Corruption’s desire began to twist.

And as it did, her power swelled.

“Ah! No! I can’t!”

If this keeps up, I won’t be able to meet Sejun!

Panicking, Corruption tried to suppress the desire and stop her growing power.

Though she had been distributing her power to spirit forms, lately, just thinking about Sejun too much made her lose control—and her strength surged unnaturally.

This is bad.

Her power had risen again—back up to 50%.

Corruption hurried to find a spirit to transfer her power to.

Of the five Walls of Destruction that absorbed her power, two had already collapsed.

At this rate, Sejun might die the moment he set foot in the Land of Destruction.

***

What the hell is going on?

He didn’t even meet a quarter of the requirements... not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction.

The lingering will of the Primordial God—tasked with overseeing His final arrangement—was utterly stunned to see Sejun appear here.

Sejun was woefully unqualified to receive the final arrangement.

Can I really entrust this arrangement to someone with such pitiful aptitude?

No.

This wasn’t something that could be fixed with preparation.

Even pulling all of Sejun’s current power and potential together wouldn’t be enough to properly inherit the arrangement.

And yet—he could receive it.

That was the dilemma.

Why didn’t he come in the proper order?!

If Sejun had gone through the arrangements in sequence, he would’ve never made it this far.

With his level of strength, he’d have exhausted his limits before completing even a few of them.

But by skipping ahead and coming directly to the final arrangement, he ended up in this paradoxical situation: too weak to qualify, but still able to accept.

If only he were completely unqualified, I could have rejected him outright...

Sigh. I have no choice.

The situation was already in motion, and the will of the Primordial God could no longer stop it.

Now that the space of the arrangement had opened, it had to be passed on—then the will itself would vanish.

The only thing left to do was to transfer as much of the arrangement as possible to Sejun.

– Bearer of the Primordial Power, Park Sejun. Before you receive the final arrangement of the Primordial God, there is a truth you must know.

“Huh?”

The final arrangement of the Primordial God?

I’m... receiving that?!

As Sejun looked on blankly, the world around him dimmed to black—and a pure void unfolded before his eyes.

Then—

Flash!

A sudden explosion of light erupted in the darkness, brilliant and blinding, before quickly fading.

From the explosion, two beings emerged.

No—only one truly was born.

The other... was merely a remnant of the exploded light.

A being on the verge of vanishing.

“That fading light... is me.”

The Primordial God’s will gazed at the flickering remnant with a sorrowful voice.

“What?!”

Sejun was shocked.

Anyone could see that the being born from the explosion looked far greater, far more radiant.

The remnant light might have shone brighter at first, but its glow was weak and swiftly fading.

Meanwhile, the other entity was # Nоvеlight # growing stronger and brighter with every moment.

It was only a matter of time before the two reversed.

And yet—

“That being shining so brightly... That must be the Primordial.”

The remnant mistook the radiant figure for the Primordial.

And so began the tragedy.

Because of this misunderstanding, the powerful remnant—who was meant to become the true Primordial—saw herself as unworthy.

The one who was supposed to vanish ended up claiming the title of Primordial God.

The one who was meant to become the Primordial instead fell into self-loathing—and became Corruption.

Corruption... was the Primordial God?!

It was far too great a tragedy to be dismissed as a mere misunderstanding.

After that, the remnant who became the Primordial God did everything she could to clear up the misunderstanding.

But instead of solving it, her efforts only deepened the rift.

The more she tried to fix things, the worse they got for Corruption.

In trying to make things right, the Primordial God nearly faced annihilation several times.

Eventually, she had to give up.

And so—ages passed.

And now...

There isn’t much time left.

The Primordial God felt her end approaching.

She was a god meant to live eternally—but because she had been born from a remnant of light, her existence had always been finite.

As her final moment approached, she left behind this arrangement—hoping that someone might one day clear up the misunderstanding with Corruption.

If someone could receive all of the arrangement, they might just be able to speak to Corruption again.

Defeating her by force was impossible from the start.

This was the only path.

If nothing changed, the true Primordial—Corruption—would eventually destroy everything the false one had created.

And if the Primordial God wished it, nothing could stop it.

Because her will was the will of the world.

“So... I just need to meet Corruption and clear up the misunderstanding?”

– Correct. But it’s a deadly risk. I’m sorry for entrusting something so dangerous to you, Park Sejun.

The Primordial God’s will spoke with deep regret, fully aware of how unqualified Sejun truly was.

“Well, no need to apologize...”

Heh.

I talk to Corruption every night. We even share food.

We’re close.

Thinking he might succeed where even the Primordial God had failed, Sejun couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

***

“Hehehe.”

Sejun, still dazed for two days after his spiritual journey, smiled with a proud and dreamy expression.

“Nya?! Chairman Park, your face is rotting nya!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Sejun must be thinking bad thoughts again.”

Queng!

[Daddy, your face turned evil da yo!]

(Bat-Bat. Sejun! Snap out of it!)

Kkihihit! Kkin!

[Heehee! Let’s stomp him!]

The companions, worried about Sejun, hurriedly began stomping on his face.

Then—

– Come forth. I was just about to call you all.

Theo, Iona, Queng, Bat-Bat, and Kkamang’s family were summoned by the will of the Primordial God.

The reason: Sejun alone couldn’t handle the entire arrangement.

Any part of the arrangement he couldn’t absorb would vanish with the will.

And that would be a waste.

So the Primordial God decided to reshape the remaining power and divide it among Sejun’s companions.

– Then I shall bestow the arrangement.

And so, the Primordial God’s will passed down the arrangement to Sejun and his companions.

Thank goodness.

At least the most important part had been delivered successfully.

With peace of mind, the will of the Primordial God finally disappeared.

“Hm?”

“Nya?”

“Kkyut?”

Queng?

(Bat-Bat?)

Kkin?

The group slowly came to their senses inside the completely empty cave.

Each of them checked the arrangement they had received.

Sejun’s was—

[Primordial God's Authority (Replica): Time Stop]

A replicated authority of the Primordial God.

Grants the ability to step outside of the worldlines and stop time.

While outside the worldline, you are unaffected by external forces.

Remaining Duration: 1000 years

He’d received an authority that could stop time.

I can stop time?

“Time Stop.”

As soon as Sejun invoked the authority—

[Primordial God’s Authority (Replica): Time Stop has activated.]

[Black Tower Farmer Sejun Park has exited the worldline.]

[All time across all worlds has come to a halt.]

Creeeak. Thunk.

With the message came the sound of halted clockwork, echoing faintly in Sejun’s ears.

Time across all worlds froze—except for Sejun.

“Oh...”

For about ten minutes, Sejun wandered curiously through the unmoving world—the sky, the earth, and his companions, all perfectly still.

Eventually, he released the authority.

The others had no idea that time had been stopped.

“Nya?”

Queng?

Kkin?

Well—

Theo, Queng, and Kkamang tilted their heads, sensing something had happened, but they couldn’t quite figure out what.

Hehehe.

I’m so gonna mess with them later using this.

Sejun, already plotting petty tricks with the Primordial God’s arrangement.

“So, what did you guys get?”

He turned to ask the others what arrangements they had received.

“Puhuhut! I got the Authority: Ultimate Sejun Tracker! Now, no matter how far apart we are, I can always find Chairman Park nya! I’m so happy nya!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. I received the talent Gravity Control. I can manipulate gravitational forces with more precision now.”

Quuhehehe. Queng! Queng!

[Hehehe! I got the talent Healing Hands da yo! I’ll be the one treating Dad from now on da yo! So happy da yo!]

(Baheheh. I got the talent Hit Composer—I can write better songs now!)

With the exception of Iona, the rest had received rather underwhelming gifts—but every one of them was satisfied.

And then—

Kkihihit! Kkin!

[Heehee! Butler! The Great Kkamang received the best one! Now I can spray water!]

Kkiyot!

Dribble, dribble.

With an extremely smug expression, Kkamang opened his mouth and sprayed water.

His new ability, Water Sprinkler, allowed him to water plants by spitting.

Out of all of them, Kkamang’s was arguably the most useless.

Heh.

Looks like I got the best one.

Sejun, who’d received a far superior gift without being shortchanged by the system, felt rather pleased with himself.

Kkihihit! Kkin! Kkin!

[Heehee! Butler! If you’re ever thirsty, just tell the Great Kkamang! I’ll give you water!]

Kkiyot.

Dribble, dribble.

Kkamang bounded over, joyfully spraying water.

But—

“Nah, I’m good.”

Drinking something that came out of someone’s mouth, no matter how adorable... was a bit much.

Sejun stuffed Kkamang back into his sling bag and stood up.

“Alright, let’s go home.”

He gathered the group and began their journey back to the Black Tower.

***

Once Sejun and the others returned—

Bbee-yot!

[Hello, Sejun-nim!]

“Uhehehe! Hello!”

“Mohehehe! Hello!”

Bbeeyot, Yuren, and Poyo greeted him cheerfully from where they’d been resting on the farm.

And then—

Baektang, who had been preparing to hop up onto Sejun’s knee, froze when he spotted Theo already clinging to it.

Thud.

Why is Brother Theo there?!

His legs gave out.

Getting onto Sejun’s lap was truly a perilous challenge.

“Yuren, is there anything you want to eat?”

Before making dinner, Sejun turned to ask Yuren.

“Uhehehe! Slime meat curry!”

“What? How do you even know what curry is?”

Sejun asked, puzzled.

“Uhehehe... I have my ways!”

The truth was that Yuren subscribed to the daily magazine ‘What Is Chairman Park Eating Today?’ published by Poisonous Honeybee #10312.

But he couldn’t exactly admit that.

“Well, we’re out of ingredients for curry. I’ll make something else instead.”

“Okay...”

Yuren looked downcast.

Yuren’s life remained full of tiny tragedies.

A short while later—

“Everyone, it’s dinnertime!”

Sejun called everyone over for the meal he’d prepared.

Then—

“Puhuhuh.”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut.”

Quuhehehe.

Kkihihit.

As they played around after dinner—

Thump. Thump.

The pink-furred one, having finished her training, came to pick up Queng.

Queng!

[Dad, good night da yo!]

“Yeah. Sleep well, Queng.”

And so, Queng left to sleep with the pink one.

“Let’s lie down too.”

Sejun and the others sprawled across the bed.

What kind of reaction will she have when I tell Corruption she’s actually the real Primordial God?

Buzzing with anticipation, Sejun drifted off to sleep with a grin on his face.

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