Solo Farming In The Tower

<Shwoop>

Whoosh.

“Huh? Where am I?”

A child suddenly appeared in front of Sejun and looked around.

[You have subdued the Giant of Dissonance who tormented the nightingales of <Shwoop>.]

[You have completed the quest.]

[As a reward for completing the quest, <Shwoop> has regained peace.]

[As a reward for completing the quest, the Golden Tower’s arrival on Earth has been delayed by one day.]

At the same time, the quest completion messages appeared in front of Sejun.

As soon as Theo subdued the child, Iona hurriedly used teleportation magic to send the child away so she could go on a date.

Only two left now.

“Hi.”

When Sejun greeted the child,

“Uh. Hello.”

The child greeted back.

He speaks well?

Nice voice, too.

It was hard to believe this was the so-called Giant of Dissonance.

Just then—

“Huh?”

The child spotted Kkyoelroelro,

“Bbuchika~”

—and started making noise with a big smile.

Maybe because he had shrunk in size, the sound wasn’t as loud as before. Though, of course, it was still plenty noisy to those nearby.

And then—

Oh, he was singing?

Sejun realized the child had been singing. He had just been singing along with the nightingales, but since he was tone-deaf, it had been painful for them.

Now that Sejun understood the truth behind the strange song—

Our little Tone-of-Destruction needs some singing lessons.

He opened a tone-deaf clinic for the child of Destruction, now given the new name Tone-of-Destruction.

For reference, the name Tone-of-Destruction came from shortening “Tone-deaf of Destruction.” Originally, he was going to shorten it even further to just “Anchovy,” so in a way, the child was lucky.

“Tone-of-Destruction, don’t you want to sing well?”

“Yes! I want to sing well! But… who’s Tone-of-Destruction?”

“You.”

“Oh. That’s my name… Tone-of-Destruction… hehe.”

“For now, just follow me—Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So~ okay?”

Nice. That sounded natural.

Sejun, who managed to hide the fact he could only go up to “So,” demonstrated for Tone-of-Destruction.

“Do↑rreng↘miim↗ppa–Sso↑↑”

And Tone-of-Destruction tried to follow.

It was nothing alike.

What the hell? How can he not match a single note?

He should at least be able to do “Do.”

And his voice turns weird the moment he sings.

It was Sejun’s first encounter with a severe case of tone-deafness, and he was deeply flustered.

Just then—

“Tone-of-Destruction, try tucking your chin in and rounding your lips while saying ‘Do~,’ please.”

Kkyoelroelro gave him advice.

“Do~”

With Kkyoelroelro’s one-point lesson, Tone-of-Destruction immediately succeeded at “Do.”

“Excellent, Tone-of-Destruction. Now try…”

“Re~”

He succeeded with “Re” as well.

“Ahem. Well, Dr. Kkyo needs experience too. I could teach, but I’m choosing not to.”

As Sejun muttered gloomily to himself—

“Puhuhut. Of course, nya! Our great hybrid Chairman Park is perfect at everything except being weak, nya!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut! That’s right! Sejun-nim is perfect!”

Theo and Iona popped up on Sejun’s lap and shouted.

Iona, clinging to Theo’s tail, was beaming from satisfaction after her date.

Kkueng! Kkueng!

[That’s right da-yo! Daddy lacks nothing except being weak da-yo!]

Following Theo, even Queng praised Sejun.

“Guys…”

Sejun was touched.

Kkihit. Kking! Kking!

[Hehe! That’s right! Master is perfect, except for being weak!]

Even Kkamang barked along with the others to praise Sejun.

But—

“Huh? Park Kkamang, what did you just say?”

Did he just say I’m weak?!

Hearing that from Kkamang, who was practically a fellow ocean sunfish, raised his blood pressure.

Kking?

Run!

Sensing danger, Kkamang quickly tried to escape,

“Where do you think you’re going!”

—but Sejun caught him by the cheek.

When the difference in status is large, it doesn’t matter what the other says, but when it’s someone on your level or below, it hits hard.

Kking! Kking!

[Master! It hurts! The great Kkamang says it hurts!]

Jingle. Jingle.

Kkamang’s exaggerated cries and Kkobang’s bell sounds rang out noisily.

A little while later—

“Look at this! I can sing well now! Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do. Do-Ti-La-So-Fa-Mi-Re-Do!”

Thanks to Kkyoelroelro’s lesson, Tone-of-Destruction now had perfect pitch.

“Kkyoelroelro, can you teach me too?”

Sejun, seeing this, decided he should also learn from Kkyoelroelro.

“Sejun-nim, you can’t do this? Ti~”

“Ti↗↘”

“No, no! That’s not it!”

Throughout the lesson, Kkyoelroelro only scolded him.

“Sejun-nim, please give up on singing. You have no talent for it.”

I have… no singing talent?

It was a fact Sejun had never known, since no one had ever told him.

Just as he learned this and fell into despair—

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, it’s okay if you can’t sing, nya! Just sing with us, nya! Nya-nya-nya~”

Theo began to hum a tune.

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut!”

Kkueng! Kkueng!

Iona and Queng also started humming.

“Hng-hng-hng.”

Sejun joined in.

Kking! Kking!

[Master! The great Kkamang will sing with you too! Kking-kking-kking!]

“Taecho too! Heng-heng-heng~!”

Kkamang and Taecho joined in as well.

Ttall…

[Me too…]

Kkobang tried to sneak in.

Yol-yol.

[Young one. Read the room.]

Kaboolto stopped him.

And so the Sejun family sang together in what could only be described as complete, utter dissonance—with zero matching notes or rhythm.

But—

What is this?

Hearing the tune, Kkyoelroelro had an inexplicable experience.

Why… does this sound good?

As he listened to the humming from Sejun and the others, his heart felt at ease.

Yeah. You don’t have to sing well.

As long as you’re having fun.

After giving Kkyoelroelro this realization, Sejun and the others hummed for about 30 more minutes and then—

“Alright, we’re off.”

“Yes. Please take care.”

They said their goodbyes and left <Shwoop>.

A little while later.

Will this work?

“Wanna eat together if you haven’t had anything?”

Kkyoelroelro, following Sejun’s dating coaching, shared roasted peanuts with Kkyoesoon before singing the song of courtship.

He didn’t fully trust Sejun’s advice, but the rumor among the nightingales was that courtship had a higher success rate when the other party was full, so he figured he had nothing to lose.

“Okay.”

Peck. Peck. Peck.

Kkyoesoon was apparently hungry and pecked at the peanuts eagerly.

Peck. Peck. Peck.

Kkyoelroelro ate with her.

And then, about three minutes into eating the roasted peanuts—

“Kkyoesoon, I love you!”

“Kkyoelroelro, I like you!”

They confessed to each other at the same time.

Huh?! We didn’t even sing the courtship song?!

Kkyoelroelro was baffled by the absurd situation.

Could it be thanks to Sejun-nim’s coaching?

He thought of Sejun’s advice.

However—

‘Hehehe. I added Confession Carrot Juice, so of course it worked.’

It was all thanks to Sejun’s cooking—he had roasted the peanuts with a splash of Confession Carrot Juice.

Nice. That’s seven couples now!

And thus, Sejun, the matchmaker, successfully created a seventh couple.

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, take this, nya! I got it from the draw, nya!”

“Huh? Isn’t this a music box?”

“Puhuhut. It’s good for nighttime, nya!”

“Oh! Really?!”

For reference, the item Theo brought from the draw was a music box that cured insomnia.

***

One month after returning from <Shwoop>, early morning at the Kindergarten of Destruction.

“Then, should we head out to the grand opening?”

Sejun got ready to leave.

“Puhuhut. Sounds good, nya! Queng, congratulations on becoming the boss, nya!”

Kkuhehehe. Kkueng! Kkueng!

[Hehehe. Big bro, thank you da-yo! Queng is now Boss Queng da-yo!]

Today was the grand opening of Queng’s cafe headquarters.

Kkihit. Kking?!

[Hehe! Queng-hyung! If Queng-hyung is the boss, then the great Kkamang is the vice-boss?!]

Kkamang tried to butter up Queng to land a position.

Kkueng! Kkueng!

[No da-yo! Bat-Bat is already set as the vice-boss da-yo!]

He had already discussed it with Bat-Bat.

Kking…

[The great Kkamang wanted to be vice-boss…]

Rejected by Queng, Kkamang became gloomy.

“I’ll make you president of the Royal Extreme Sweet Potato Farm on the 10th Tower later.”

Kking! Kkihit. Kking!

[Okay! Hehe! The great Kkamang is the sweet potato farm president!]

His mood instantly brightened, and his tail wagged wildly at Sejun’s words.

“Then, I’ll leave the kids to you.”

“Sure. Don’t worry.”

[Hehe. Sejun-nim, don’t worry!]

Sejun left the children with Aileen and Flamy, then headed for Queng’s cafe.

Three minutes later—

“Oh. This looks great.”

Flying through the sky and arriving in front of the cafe, Sejun admired the building.

It was a remodeled traditional hanok surrounded by a broad exterior wall. The wall was neither too high nor too low—just enough to provide a sense of separation from the outside.

On the exterior wall were various cute illustrations of Queng in mascot form. People lined up along the wall, taking pictures with the Queng illustrations. The line wrapped around the building several times.

On the first day of opening, Queng had promised to personally brew coffee. There were also limited-edition mugs featuring Queng’s image—only 1,000 available—and Queng figurines, among other launch events.

Of course, since Queng was busy following Sejun around, the cafe would normally be operated by the manager and staff, with Queng making occasional special appearances to brew coffee.

Thump.

With a light jump, Sejun entered the building, where Sedol and the staff were doing final checks before opening.

“Sedol.”

“Oh. Hey, hyung. You’re here?”

“Yeah. There’s still an hour until opening, but the line’s crazy long.”

“Oh, the people outside? They started lining up last night. ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) I was shocked when I saw people setting up tents while leaving after checking inventory.”

“What? Since last night?”

In this heat?

To think they waited that long just to drink Queng’s coffee.

Sejun’s appreciation for the people in line grew even more.

‘They must be thirsty from waiting. I should give them some watermelon juice.’

So he served watermelon juice in paper cups to the people in line.

“Puhuhut. Our great hybrid Chairman Park made this watermelon juice for humans, nya! Try it, nya!”

Theo handled the serving.

However—

It’s not free, is it?

People hesitated to take the juice from Theo. His extortionist behavior was too infamous online.

“Puhuhut. Humans, fear not, nya! Chairman Park said to give this for free, nya! It’s free, nya!”

“Really? Then I’ll drink it.”

“Wow. That’s seriously refreshing!”

People drank the juice Theo handed out.

“Puhuhut. But you know what, nya? If you like free stuff, you’ll go bald, nya!”

Then Theo cursed them with baldness.

“Ahem. I can’t risk going bald…”

“Damn rascal. Why does it have to be a baldness curse?”

“Pffft. As expected, a little rascal.”

A few people laughed at Theo’s words and paid cheerfully. Indeed, when you’re cute, you’re forgiven for everything.

“Puhuhut. Those who paid to lift the baldness curse will now get a chance to take a picture with me, nya! It’s a bonus, nya!”

Though the amount wasn’t satisfying, Theo offered photo service generously out of pride in earning money—and suddenly people began paying in droves.

“Theo, I don’t have cash… Do you take cards?”

“Puhuhut. Of course, nya! How much will you swipe, nya?”

“Ten thousand won.”

“Puhuhut. Got it, nya!”

Theo pulled out the system terminal and swiped the card.

[[System SJC] Requesting deposit to Sejun-nim’s account!]

[Yes! How much is it?]

[After deducting a 1% processing fee, 9,900 won.]

[Excuse me? Are you seriously deducting a fee from Sejun-nim’s money?]

[I mean… I gotta make a living too. Fine, I’ll only take 0.5%. Sent 9,950 won.]

[9,950 won confirmed. Transferring it to Sejun-nim’s account now!]

The systems handled the transfer automatically.

Meanwhile—

Kkueng! Kkueng!

[So many customers came to drink Queng’s coffee da-yo! Queng is excited da-yo!]

Queng, full of enthusiasm, got ready to serve customers.

Soon after—

Opening time arrived.

“Please come in.”

A flood of customers poured in.

“One Queng iced Americano, and… a Queng tiramisu cake. Oh, and another watermelon juice like before.”

Customers ordered coffee and also requested the watermelon juice they’d tasted earlier—it was that good. It wasn’t on the menu, so it was hastily added, and Sejun had to quickly start blending watermelons again.

Thankfully, Queng, using telekinesis, brewed ten pots of coffee at once, significantly reducing wait time.

He’s making them so half-heartedly!

Among the customers were also coffee experts who had lined up specifically to criticize Queng’s cafe.

The brewing times are different for hot versus iced. Well, that much is to be expected.

Wait, what?! How is he adjusting the water levels like a machine?

What is this flavor?! Is this heaven?

They quickly realized Queng wasn’t being sloppy at all and changed their minds.

Then—

—Though it frustrates me to admit it, I don’t think there’s coffee better than Queng’s cafe. I regret blindly dismissing it in the past. Everyone should come try it for themselves. I’m going back to get in line.

—posted one user on social media.

Queng’s cafe had just gained another regular.