Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 722: What the? Did I Get Stranded Again?

Inside Kkamang’s Mental World.

“Oh! When did you get so big?”

Pat, pat.

Sejun gently petted the head of Mini Chairman Park No. 4, who had grown tall enough to reach his knees.

Grin-grin.

Mini Chairman Park No. 4’s lips twitched and wobbled with delight.

Meanwhile—

“Guys, I’m really sorry. You must be thirsty... I can spray water now, you know.”

“I’m really sorry, everyone.”

Kkamang and his underlings began apologizing to the lingering souls.

Sejun, Theo, Iona, Mini Chairman Park No. 4, and Gilsoon Nightmare also did their best to console and soothe them.

They continued to make amends for quite some time—

But still no sign of Corruption.

Is she sulking because I didn’t come yesterday?

Sejun quickly pieced it together.

“No Corruption around sure makes things boring... Who should I play with?”

He began speaking aloud to the air, clearly loud enough for someone to hear.

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, I’ll—”

“Kkyut! Theo-nim, stay quiet!”

Theo tried to butt in cluelessly, but thankfully Iona cut him off.

And then—

Grooong. Groooong.

Corruption stirred deep inside one of the spirits, revving herself up like an engine.

Hehehe.

So that’s where you are.

Sejun stared directly at the soul wrapped in writhing crimson-black energy.

Grururuk.

– Why... why are you looking for me? I was just napping!

Corruption grumbled as she finally revealed herself.

But her voice couldn’t quite hide the happiness buried within.

“Hehehe. You’re sulking, aren’t you?”

Sejun teased her with a sly smile.

– What?! Sulking?! That’s ridiculous!

Corruption squealed defensively.

Still—

“Aw, come on. You totally are.”

– I said no!

“Hehehe. But you didn’t say no very convincingly.”

– I SAID NO!

Sejun kept poking her with his trademark mischievous tone.

...Then it hit him.

Ah. Right.

She’s the Primordial God.

Can I really mess around with her like this?

He suddenly felt a twinge of worry.

“Ahem. That wasn’t teasing, okay? Don’t get the wrong idea.”

He tried to clean up the mess.

– Don’t lie! You were totally teasing me!

Of course, it didn’t work.

“More importantly, I’ve got something to tell you.”

Sejun suddenly lowered his voice.

“I actually know the truth about you... something even you don’t know.”

– What?! About me?

“Yeah. You’re the Primordial God. The one you think is the Primordial God... isn’t. You are.”

He told her the truth in a serious voice.

– ...

Corruption listened quietly.

But deep down, she thought he was messing with her again.

He teased so often that even sincerity felt suspicious.

Still—

“I’m not joking. It’s real. The one you think is the Primordial—she only looked brighter for a second. It was just a misunderstanding. You’re the one who should’ve become the Primordial. Just trust me—you are the true beginning.”

As Sejun passionately explained—

– Really? I’m the true Primordial? That I—me, with all this pathetic form—am the one who has that enormous power?

Corruption began to waver.

And then—

“Corruption—no. Primordial. Your will is the will of the world. You have the power to shape it however you want.”

Sejun poured out everything he’d learned to convince her.

– Kuhuhu. Is that so? That I can shape the world however I want?

Corruption’s desires began to stir.

I want Sejun to only ever be with me!

Corruption twisted that longing into a divine declaration.

And in that moment—

Sejun’s body, asleep on the 99th floor of the Black Tower, disappeared.

Time across the world stopped.

Theo, who had been sleeping on Sejun’s lap, remained suspended in mid-air.

Kkamang’s family, asleep on Sejun’s chest, were frozen mid-snuggle.

Bat-Bat, who was patrolling the farm, froze in mid-flight.

Queng, who had been sleeping peacefully in Pink Fur’s arms, froze in place.

The Demon Bull King, who had been secretly doing late-night training to escape Pink Fur’s grasp, also froze.

So did the Black Minotaurs who had been training to catch up to him.

Mimir and Ninir, sisters sharing wine on the 94th floor vineyard.

Elka, spending rare quiet time with his wife after putting the kids to bed on the 88th floor.

The chestnut hedgehogs disguised as broadcasting equipment, guarding chestnut trees on the 83rd floor.

The birds of the Cob Kingdom on the 79th floor, flying near Flamey to keep the Mother Tree from being lonely.

Chief Ukil and the other Banana Monkeys sipping ten-year-old mango liquor under the moon on the 77th floor.

Wandering merchants prepping their wares on the 75th floor market street.

Pakoo, the Green Goblin, boasting on the internal communication network from the 59th floor.

Black Rabbit and Ppochi, fleeing the dark of night on the 55th floor, chased by Ppyu-Ppyu and Lara.

Blue-feathered penguin Kona and his disciples forging weapons on the 44th floor’s frozen island.

Cheval XVIII, praying to Lea under the moonlight at the grape farm on the 4th floor.

Hunters sowing fields for double midnight wages on the 3rd floor.

Bargaining hunters and skeleton mages in the 1st floor market district.

All of them—frozen.

Even Aileen, who had been watching Sejun sleep through her crystal orb.

Even Ace, who had been secretly watching Aileen.

Even the original bodies of the Nine Great Dragon Lords drinking on their towers.

Even Earth, where Sejun’s family lived.

Even Hamk, the hamster world.

Even Level 11 world, Earthworm.

Even Patrick the God of Earth, Hamer the God of Farming, and the Great Silver Dragon Stella Hissron, co-renters of the 10th Tower.

Even the gods at the Seed Store HQ, the Combat Store HQ, Herr’s Pawnshop, the Gods’ Prison Tartarus, and the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods.

Even Sausage feeding supplements to five new divine herb sproutlings, and Flamey chasing down the fifth and final mission in the Forest of Creation.

Everything—stopped.

“Hm?”

Sejun woke up face-down on damp ground and glanced around.

A red sky loomed overhead, and a waypoint he recognized from his first visit here caught his eye.

“The Land of Destruction?”

Why am I here?

Did I... sleepwalk?

Sejun looked puzzled as he activated the waypoint.

But—

[...]

No response.

“Eoksamchiri, what’s wrong with this thing?”

He tried calling out—

[System Eoksamchiri]

Still nothing.

Hey! Are you slacking off?! Respond, Eoksamchiri!

Still, no reply.

“What the hell?”

Sejun furrowed his brow and began tracing his most recent memories.

Last thing he remembered, he was in Kkamang’s mental world, explaining the truth to Corruption—

“And then... blank. Nothing.”

Why am I here?

Unable to come up with any answers—

“Seed Creation.”

Let’s see if this still works.

He triggered the ability.

[Please select a seed to create.]

– [Mana Cherry Tomato Seed]

– [Power Sweet Pumpkin Seed]

...

...

– [Seed of Destruction-Eater]

– [Seed of Destruction-Pioneer]

Thankfully, the system still responded properly when it came to seed creation.

“Huh? Why are those popping up again?”

Sejun tried calling out Eoksamchiri again—

“Eoksamchiri.”

But—

[...]

Still no answer.

Something’s wrong...

Even the system’s message tone didn’t sound like Eoksamchiri anymore.

If it were Eoksamchiri, he would’ve used honorifics like “baraomnida,” not simply “barabnida.”

When Sejun waited for about five minutes with no response,

“100 Seeds of the Destruction-Pioneer.”

He created Seeds of the Destruction-Pioneer.

Thanks to the Destruction-Eaters in the vicinity, the energy of destruction had significantly diminished in the area.

With the remaining energy of destruction manageable using <Authority: Minor Destruction Resistance>, he planned to plant the now battle-enhanced Destruction-Pioneers to serve as bodyguards.

There might still be snakes lurking around.

“Fufufu. This is the foresight of me, Park Sejun.”

Sejun laughed and planted the Seeds of the Destruction-Pioneer.

Thunk.

As he planted the seeds, the uneasiness in Sejun’s chest slightly subsided.

A short while later.

“Alright, let’s go, everyone!”

Kyaha!

Sejun moved northward, accompanied by 100 Destruction-Pioneers.

He intended to leave the area using another waypoint.

Kiki!

Kyaha!

On the way, he regrouped with some Destruction-Eaters and Destruction-Pioneers who had fallen behind, and eventually arrived at the location of the first Wall of Destruction.

Tap.

[······]

Again, the waypoint didn’t respond.

So he immediately headed to the waypoint by the second Wall of Destruction—

[······]

Same result.

“What the heck? Am I stranded again?”

Grrrgle.

“I can’t even open the subspace warehouse here...”

As his stomach growled, Sejun’s survival instincts kicked in.

***

“What’s going on?”

Corruption was completely flustered by the situation.

She had clearly asked to be alone with Sejun...

But now she’d become far too weakened.

What the hell happened? Her power had been drastically reduced.

About ten times weaker than Sejun’s?

“Fuhihi.”

“Kyaa!”

Thud. Thud.

To avoid the mental entities that had absorbed her power, she had to hide in a corner.

The tables had turned between Corruption and the mental bodies.

Sejun, I’m scared.

Please come save me.

Corruption held her breath and shut her eyes tight, wishing time would pass quickly so that Sejun would come find her.

***

“Seed Creation.”

[Please choose a seed to create, baraomnida.]

[Magic Cherry Tomato Seed]

[Power Sweet Pumpkin Seed]

...

..

.

[Seed of the Destruction-Eater]

[Seed of the Destruction-Pioneer]

[Fiery Peanut]

[Longevity Melon]

[Extreme-Taste Agility Carrot]

[Extreme-Taste Magic Cherry Tomato]

...

..

.

“Hm. What should I plant today?”

While browsing the list of seeds, Sejun pondered for a moment.

“Let’s go with cherry tomatoes.”

He created the Extreme-Taste Magic Cherry Tomato Seed.

Over time, he had harvested countless new varieties—over a hundred million times—and as a result, the list of creatable seeds had significantly expanded.

Having finished creating the seed,

Screech.

He drew a single vertical stroke on the wall to complete one full 正 character.

Being able to create a seed meant that another day had passed.

“Ugh. It’s full here too. So how many years has it been now?”

Looking at the 73rd completed 正 character, Sejun spoke in a lonely voice.

Above that 73rd row, there were already nine more rows, each packed tightly with 73 ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) 正s.

“One row per year... so it’s already been 10 years? Wow. Ten years...”

It had been ten years since Sejun became stranded in the Land of Destruction.

Just a few days ago, he had finally conquered the fifth Wall of Destruction.

Theo, that bastard, why haven’t you come looking for me?

I miss you guys... our Aileen, Queng, Bat-Bat, Kkamang too...

While Sejun was lost in longing for his companions—

Thud. Thud.

“Stop, kids!”

Sejun shouted at the three children toddling toward him with heavy thuds.

They were children of Creation, tainted by Destruction, who had inherited Corruption’s power.

Their strength was so immense that if they got too close, Sejun’s life would be in danger, so he urgently made them stop.

“Yesh~!”

“Mm!”

“Okaay!”

Thankfully, the children listened to Sejun well.

Swoosh. Swoosh.

“Did you come because you’re hungry?”

Sejun asked as he tossed them some snacks.

Nod. Nod. Nod.

Too busy chewing to answer, the children simply nodded eagerly.

After they’d eaten their fill—

“Uncle Sejun! Dongdong saw someone weird over there!”

The eldest, Dongdong, spoke to Sejun.

For reference, the children were named Dongdong, Nangnang, and Mangmang.

Sejun had chosen gentle names in hopes they wouldn’t cause trouble.

When he first met Dongdong—

“Time Stop!”

To avoid Dongdong’s overwhelming aura, he had activated <Primordial God’s Authority (Replica): Time Stop>.

[Primordial God’s Authority (Replica): Time Stop is already in effect.]

But seeing that incomprehensible system message, he had fainted on the spot.

“But Dongdong and Nangnang and Mangmang were scared, so we didn’t go near it!”

“Yeah? Good job, Dongdong. I’ll go check it out.”

“Heehee.”

Pleased by the praise, Dongdong smiled brightly and returned with the younger siblings to their quarters.

They had to clear the path so Sejun could move freely.

Thud. Thud.

Once the children disappeared—

“Alright, let’s go.”

Kyaha!

Under the escort of the Destruction-Pioneers, Sejun headed in the direction Dongdong had pointed.

“Sejun! Why’d you take so long?!”

There, he saw a small, ugly black snake rushing into his arms.

It was Corruption, who had been waiting for Sejun for ten long years.

***

99th Floor of the Black Tower.

Nya?!

Where did the Great Hybrid Chairman Park go, nya?!

In a world where time had stopped, Theo finally realized Sejun’s absence.

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