Solo Farming In The Tower

Inside Kyungsoo Cho’s mental world.

I want to give this guy—who stole my original song—a proper scolding too!

So Mini Chairman Park No. 6 screamed with all his might.

However, having inherited Sejun’s cowardly nature, Mini Chairman Park No. 6 couldn’t raise his voice as he intended.

He was scared of shouting, and instead of yelling, only a sound smaller than a mosquito’s wingbeat came out.

Whimper.

No matter how much he screamed, Kyungsoo Cho couldn’t hear him.

Eventually, Mini Chairman Park No. 6 hopped off Kyungsoo’s body and trudged back to Theo with a gloomy expression.

Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

Clinging tightly to Theo’s fur, he climbed up and perched himself on Theo’s knee.

I’ll grow up quickly and make my voice louder too!

Determined, he decided to absorb Theo’s power to amplify his voice, thinking his quietness was simply because he hadn’t grown enough yet.

Meanwhile,

“That’s too much. Let’s reduce it a bit.”

“Nya?! Then I demand a fine of 1 trillion Tower Coins, 10,000 years of slave labor, and 100 lashes from Queng-nya!”

Sejun and Theo were adjusting the sentence.

Queng!

[Queng can hit very well, da yo!]

Queng swung his Thunder Stick vigorously at Theo’s words.

“Let’s remove the lashes for now. One hit and he’ll be obliterated.”

“Nya?! Not even one hit-nya?”

“Nope. One hit and he’s gone.”

“But our Queng is good at controlling his strength now-nya!”

Queng! Queng! Queng!

[Big brother is right, da yo! Queng can now control strength well, da yo. I’ll hit just enough so they don’t die, da yo!]

Queng began swinging the Thunder Stick more gently than before.

However—

“Nope.”

Sorry, Queng. It’s still a no-go.

Even with less power, Sejun saw that the result would be the same—obliteration.

“Nya… Understood-nya! Then I’ll remove the lashes-nya!”

Queng…

[Queng can really control strength now… da yo…]

Thus, the lashing punishment was removed.

“Let’s reduce the fine and slave term too.”

“Nya?! No way-nya! Then there’s nothing left-nya!”

“What do you mean nothing’s left? Are you here to sell something?”

“Puhuhu. Don’t be too harsh-nya! Occupational hazard-nya!”

And so the intense sentence negotiation continued.

A short while later:

“Criminal Kyungsoo Cho is sentenced to a fine of 250 Tower Coins and 10% of his salary for the next 10 years. Additionally, 10 years of slave labor in arrangement.”

The sentence was delivered.

For reference, the fine was Kyungsoo’s entire net worth, and the arrangement-slave term was because no one in the group knew how to operate music software.

They planned to use him whenever they needed specific sounds or instruments. Though Kyungsoo wasn’t that skilled yet, he was expected to improve drastically.

(Bat-Bat: Why can’t you do it?! Are you incapable?!)

Bat-Bat would see to that. Normally quiet, Bat-Bat was terrifying when angry.

Moreover—

“Kali, stay here and keep watch over Kyungsoo Cho.”

The demon god Kali was appointed as Kyungsoo’s supervisor, which meant he wouldn’t dare slack off anymore.

“Yes! I’ll do my best!”

Freedom!

No longer having to endure the awkward glances in Theo’s mental world, the demon god Kali cheered in relief.

And with that, the trial ended.

“Hm.”

Sejun came to his senses.

“Our Kkamang, you were bored, right? Thanks for waiting patiently.”

He lifted Kkamang with both hands as he spoke.

Giggle. Squeak!

[Hehe! Butler! The great Kkamang wasn’t bored at all!]

Our Kkamang is so admirable.

He waited so quietly without causing any trouble.

Pleased by Kkamang’s answer, Sejun made a call.

“Yes, Han Tae-jun speaking.”

“Taejun, hello. It’s me, Sejun.”

To Han Tae-jun.

“Yes, Mr. Sejun. What’s the matter?”

“Taejun, can you come to CK Entertainment right now? I need someone to negotiate.”

“Of course. I’ll head over immediately.”

Now that the criminal had been caught, it was time to do business.

If any noise came out regarding a publicly released song, it would benefit neither Sejun nor the company.

In fact, CK Entertainment had more to lose than gain.

And Sejun planned to take everything he could.

Ending the call with Han Tae-jun, Sejun stepped out of the recording booth, leaving the unconscious Kyungsoo Cho behind.

At that moment—

“……”

“……”

He ran into Phoenix, the girl group, who had just finished recording in the next booth.

“Kyaa!”

Upon seeing Sejun’s face, Phoenix screamed and collapsed en masse.

Hehe. Were they so moved by the masterpiece drawn on butler’s face by the great Kkamang that they fainted?

Kkamang swelled with pride.

“What the…?”

Is there something wrong with my face?

Sejun hurriedly checked his reflection with his smartphone.

A devil with a blackened face and blood dripping appeared.

And across his upper lip was written in Korean:

[The Great Artist Park Kkamang paints a masterpiece on his butler’s face.]

“You! Park Kkamang!”

Squeak!

Run!

Thus began the chase between Sejun and Kkamang inside CK Entertainment’s headquarters.

***

A peaceful afternoon at the Kindergarten of Destruction.

“Hehehe.”

“Hihihi.”

“Puhuhu.”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut.”

[Hehe.]

Queng.

Kkihihit.

Hihi.

Sejun was lying on a bench with the group, basking in the sunlight.

It had been a month since the negotiation with CK Entertainment.

Much had changed since then.

A week ago, Pengpeng and Rangrangi awakened as [Children of Creation] after watching the grateful magpie performance by Sejun and his team.

Having awakened, the two asked to go to the Blue Tower and the Silver Tower, respectively.

So Sejun sent Pengpeng to Kin Aster, the great leader of the Blue Dragons, and Rangrangi to Crisela Hissron, the great leader of the Silver Dragons.

With two fewer children to manage, Sejun now had more free time.

He used that time to increase his farming hours at the 10th Tower, which allowed the farm to grow significantly.

Thanks to the improved farming skills of the Destruction kids who followed him into the 10th Tower, the expansion progressed rapidly.

After a full morning of farming, feeding the tired and hungry kids lunch sent them straight to dreamland, making things easier for him.

As promised, Sejun planted the ultra-delicious royal sweet potatoes on the third floor of the 10th Tower and appointed Kkamang as the farm manager.

The farm was still only about 100 pyeong in size.

Kkihihit. Squeak! Squeak!

[Hehe! Butler! Leave the third floor to the great Kkamang! I’ll turn it into the top sweet potato farm ever!]

Kkamang was brimming with confidence.

Sure. That’s assuming you don’t eat all of it yourself.

Sejun didn’t expect much.

But what should our next performance be?

The golden axe and silver axe story? Or maybe the fairy and the woodcutter?

As Sejun scrolled on his smartphone, pondering the next play—

Bzzz.

A text came in, vibrating his phone.

[Hello. This is CK Entertainment. The first settlement for Second Wind is complete. We’ve deposited your song fees and royalties.]

[Hello. This is CK Entertainment. The first settlement for Second Wind is complete. We’ve deposited your song fees and royalties.]

It was a message from CK Entertainment.

CK Entertainment had signed a contract agreeing to pay 50% of music revenue to sjbb Music.

It was an unfair deal that hurt CK Entertainment the more the song was streamed.

But—

“Give it all-nya!”

With a nyangster like Theo on their side, and having started negotiations at 100%, 50% felt like a steal.

Besides, Han Tae-jun promised appearances at the Korean Awakener Association and Hansung Group events.

And the song was so good that they could easily recoup losses by selling merchandise to the new fans gained through concerts and music.

Let’s see how much came in?

Sejun opened his banking app and checked the deposit.

[352,481,217]

A total of 352 million won—3 hundred million from ten composed songs and three months of royalties from Second Wind.

This should go to our Bat-Bat as an allowance.

Sejun decided to give all the music income to Bat-Bat.

“Eoksamchiri, from now on, deposit the royalties directly into Bat-Bat’s account.”

[Understood.]

Awesome! Another cash cow secured!

The [System Eoksamchiri] cheered internally, planning to skim a tiny fee when converting Earth money to Tower Coins—like 0.00001%.

“System Eoksamchiri, don’t you dare touch Sejun’s money! I’m watching you!”

Due to the presence of [System SJC], he couldn’t take much.

As Sejun was arranging Bat-Bat’s deposits—

[You’ve cultivated over 100 World Trees and 10 Dimensional Trees in the 10th Tower.]

[You’ve satisfied a hidden condition.]

[The sealed growth requirements for the 10th Great Tower have been unlocked.]

A message appeared before Sejun.

“Huh?”

Growth requirements for the 10th Great Tower?

The 10th Tower can evolve into a Great Tower?

Well, all the other towers could grow, so there was no reason the 10th couldn’t.

“Eoksamchiri, what’s going on? You should’ve told me this sooner. Are you trying to get impeached again?”

Sejun scolded Eoksamchiri on the spot.

[It’s really unfair! This information only unlocks once the condition is fulfilled. I honestly didn’t know.]

[System Eoksamchiri] worked hard to explain the misunderstanding.

Indeed, the 10th Tower’s growth requirements were hidden so deeply, even [System Eoksamchiri] couldn’t access them.

It was like an Easter egg inserted by # Nоvеlight # the God of Creation, who created the manual for handling the first Great Catastrophe.

A kind of “I wonder if anyone could even manage this?” kind of thing.

Normally, it would’ve been impossible.

But Sejun had the Destruction kids and Taecho—

[Hehe~ Eat up and grow nice and strong.]

And Flamy too.

The hidden condition was met when Flamy fed nutrient supplements to a banana World Tree, which then evolved into a Creation Tree.

“So what are the conditions?”

Sejun asked.

[10th Great Tower Growth Conditions (0/2)]

– Grow 100 World Trees on every floor (1/10)

– Grow 10 Dimensional Trees on every floor (1/10)

[System Eoksamchiri] displayed the growth conditions before him.

One floor had met the requirement.

The conditions were simple—but incredibly difficult.

“At this rate, it’ll only take about a year.”

If done slowly, maybe.

But not for Sejun.

Then—

[Mr. Sejun, I’ve found something great.]

[System Eoksamchiri], trying to regain Sejun’s trust, shouted while browsing the newly unlocked data.

“Something good? What is it?”

[If you grow the 10th Tower into a Great Tower, Aileen’s power over you inside the 10th Tower will be reduced to one-hundredth!]

“Seriously?!”

“Eoksamchiri, are you serious?!”

Aileen, who had been listening nearby, shot up and asked.

[Yes, Ms. Aileen. With additional upgrades, we may even reduce it to one-thousandth.]

“Is that even possible?”

[Of course! I’m highly competent!]

Wanting to prove his worth to Sejun, [System Eoksamchiri] answered confidently.

Though in truth, it would require immense causality control—but he didn’t mention that part.

Because they had Yuren.

They could get as much astronomical money as needed to replace causal laws. All it took was creativity.

How to extract that money this time?

[System Eoksamchiri] began plotting ways to siphon cash from Yuren.

But—

Piyot?! Piyot!

[A whole week without a single mishap?! Our Yuren has changed!]

“Moeng. Yuren has become flavorless…”

Lately, Yuren wasn’t the same.

“Hehehe. I found a Tower Coin on the road yesterday! Call me Lucky King Yuren from now on!”

His misfortune had disappeared.

Kkaung?

[Then Yuren, can’t you make gold anymore?]

“Gold? Gasp! Huh? Squeak! Huh? It’s not working!”

And with that, he lost his ability to produce gold.

Yuren’s gold production was directly proportional to his misfortune.

No misfortune meant no more gold.

And—

“Hehehe. Then I guess we don’t need to look for the God of Destruction Ditto anymore.”

The reason to seek out the God of Destruction vanished too.

No! Yuren, you must remain miserable!

“SJC, initiate the Misfortune Revival Protocol!”

“Yes, sir!”

Together with [System SJC], [System Eoksamchiri] launched a new operation—to make Yuren miserable again.