Solo Farming In The Tower

“Oh! Another record-breaking day in sales!”

Sejun shouted after checking the daily revenue on the POS terminal after closing Queng’s Café.

At that—

“Puhuhut. All thanks to me-nya! I, Vice Chairman Theo, took lots of photos today-nya!”

Kkuhehehe. Queng!

[Hehehe. That’s not it, da yo! It’s because Queng brewed 15 cups of coffee each, da yo!]

Theo and Queng both puffed up proudly.

“What are you two talking about?! Do you know how many watermelons I blended today?! It’s all because of—wait! No, hold on! This is wrong!”

Sejun scoffed at the two, trying to act smug himself—until he caught Theo’s changing gaze and quickly relaxed his expression.

But—

“Chairman Park, your face is rotting-nya! Queng, trample him-nya!”

Queng!

It was already too late.

“Guys, wait—ugh!”

Theo and Queng began stomping all over Sejun’s face.

Some time later—

“Eoksamchiri, transfer this money into Queng’s account.”

[Yes, understood.]

After being stomped into humility, Sejun instructed the earnings to be sent to Queng’s allowance account, which was managed by [System SJC].

For reference, Queng’s Café was located in a building owned by Sejun, so there was no rent. Utility bills, supply costs, and other operational expenses were covered by Han Tae-jun.

In exchange, Sejun agreed to supply the Korea Awakener Association with five servings of the stat-boosting elixir Assorted Eggfruit every month.

Then—

“Mohehehe. Mr. Sejun, great work today!”

Poyo came flying in energetically, full of power after devouring so much misfortune.

“Poyo, did you eat a lot?”

“Mohehehe. Yes! Thank you for letting me eat such delicious misfortune, Mr. Sejun! Here’s today’s earnings!”

Poyo handed Sejun a crumpled bundle of bills—₩1,000s, ₩5,000s, ₩10,000s—and a handful of coins.

“Wow. How much is all this?”

“Puhuhut. The great hybrid Chairman Park, allow me—the luckiest being, Vice Chairman Theo—to count it-nya!”

Whirl!

Theo rapidly sorted the bills and coins.

Three seconds later—

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, your capable Vice Chairman has completed the calculation-nya!”

Theo announced proudly.

Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut.

Iona smiled smugly as well.

In truth, Theo did the sorting, and Iona did the counting—but that was their little secret.

“Oh. That was fast.”

“Puhuhut. I know-nya!”

Theo struck a smug pose at Sejun’s words.

“So how much?”

“Puhuhut. ₩2,043,900-nya!”

Theo proudly declared.

“That’s more than I expected.”

Aside from the first two groups, most people had Small or Tiny Misfortune, so the total shouldn’t have been that large.

“Mohehehe. Some people received free misfortune removal and still gave us money out of gratitude!”

Thanks to the generosity of those who received Tiny Misfortune diagnoses but still donated, the earnings were higher than expected.

A society that gives and receives is a beautiful society indeed.

“Well done.”

Hehehe. This’ll be my secret stash.

Pretending to slip the cash into his wallet, Sejun sneakily tucked it into his pocket.

He didn’t really need emergency funds, but just having them felt reassuring.

Maybe that’s what motivated Raul, Ppoci’s father-in-law, to build his secret slush fund.

Or maybe not.

But—

Puhuhut. The great hybrid Chairman Park might lose this-nya, so your loyal Vice Chairman will take [N O V E L I G H T] good care of it-nya!

Swipe.

Before Sejun could react, Theo’s paw moved like lightning.

Faster than the eye.

“Let’s clock out.”

And so, Sejun and the group took flight and traveled through the skies without drawing attention.

A short while later—

“Guys, we’re home!”

Sejun arrived at the Kindergarten of Destruction.

“Sejun!”

[Mr. Sejun, welcome back!]

“Daddy, welcome back!”

Aileen, Flamy, and Taecho came rushing out to greet Sejun and the others.

“Chairman Ddejun DdanDdan is here!”

“DdanDdan is back!”

“Baba!”

The Destruction kids also poured out to greet Sejun with cheers.

“But where’s Kkamang?”

Not seeing Kkamang, Sejun immediately asked about his whereabouts.

You never knew where he’d be causing trouble. That gnawing anxiety stirred in his chest.

[Kkamang is on the 3rd floor of the 10th Tower, expanding the sweet potato farm with the wardens and the Three Heavenly Kings.]

Thankfully, he was being productive.

Making Kkamang the farm boss really was a good call.

“Daddy, punish Kkamang oppa! He didn’t play with Taecho!”

Though it had made Taecho lonely, at least he wasn’t causing chaos.

“Alright. Daddy will scold him properly.”

“Yay!”

Sejun comforted Taecho and entered the open portal to the 10th Tower.

He had left it open so anyone could come and go freely.

It normally wasn’t possible to keep it open this long, but with [System Eoksamchiri]’s support, it stayed stable.

When he arrived on the 3rd floor—

Kkihihit! Squeak!

[Hehe! Move faster and expand the great Kkamang CEO’s sweet potato farm! We need to fill the 3rd floor and impress the butler!]

Pop-pop!

Kkamang, perched comfortably on Blackmoonbok’s back without lifting a paw, barked orders loudly at everyone else.

This brat…

Just when I thought he was finally shaping up, he’s slacking again.

Sejun’s frustration spiked just seeing Kkamang lounging.

“Park Kkamang, a boss should lead by example. You think barking orders is enough?”

Sejun scolded him.

“Puhuhut. He’s right-nya! Look at our great hybrid Chairman Park! Always working like a servant-nya!”

Theo chimed in.

Was that… supposed to be praise?

Why does it sound insulting?

Maybe it’s just my imagination?

Sejun felt weirdly irked by Theo’s words.

But now wasn’t the time to debate it. He had to discipline Kkamang.

“You guys are dismissed. Kkamang, no dinner until you plant 1,000 sweet potatoes.”

And so, Kkamang was left with overtime while the others were released from their farm duties.

Squeak…

[Butler’s mean…]

Just as Kkamang was spiraling into despair—

“Kkamang oppa, want Taecho to help?”

Taecho extended a helping hand.

Kkihihit. Squeak! Squeak!

[Hehe! Yes! Help me!]

The great Kkamang’s training of the youngest finally paid off!

Revived by hope, Kkamang cheered—until…

“Humph! You didn’t play with me earlier, so nope!”

Taecho stuck out her tongue and ran off.

Squeak…

[So hungry…]

With his stomach growling, Kkamang rushed to plant 1,000 sweet potatoes just to earn a bite of that ultra-delicious roasted sweet potato jerky.

***

Day 5 of MisEats.

– Guys, have you been to MisEats yet? It keeps showing up on YouTube, so I gave it a shot. They gave me a Medium Misfortune card. FYI, I’ve failed three civil service exams and just had an interview. Paid the ₩300,000 and removed my misfortune. Two days later—I just got my acceptance message!

ㄴ Please advertise somewhere else.

ㄴ This is legit. I removed Small Misfortune, and for the first time in a week, my girlfriend hasn’t asked if I’ve changed something.

– Removed Large Misfortune at MisEats, now I’m test-driving a Benz! Usually my blind dates go horribly…

– Got a Medium Misfortune card at MisEats, then made the national team. I normally get injured the day before the final cut…

SNS and forums began flooding with testimonial-style posts from people who used MisEats.

Thanks to that, even more people flocked to Queng’s Café just to use MisEats.

It exploded in popularity.

Fortunately, the space had been built spacious from the start, so even large crowds didn’t overwhelm it.

Daily revenue reached ₩300 million on weekdays and ₩1 billion on weekends.

Additionally—

– Don’t just drink coffee at Queng’s Café. The watermelon juice and cake are amazing too.

Sejun’s watermelon juice and desserts also contributed to the sales boom.

And so, on day 7 of MisEats operation—

Hmm-hmm-hmm.

Bzzz.

After dropping off Poyo for his early morning shift and doing the morning routine, Sejun was preparing lunch in the kitchen when his smartphone buzzed.

[Queng Café Manager]

“Hello?”

“Hello, boss. A MisEats customer received a ‘Consultation Required’ card.”

Finally, a customer beyond Large Misfortune had appeared.

“Really? Got it. Please let them know I’ll be there within the hour.”

Sejun ended the call and quickly finished preparing lunch.

Shortly after—

“Hello.”

Sejun greeted a pale-faced woman in her 30s. Next to her stood a boy with a ghostly complexion, whose face brightened slightly upon seeing Sejun.

“So your son is the one who received the ‘Consultation Required’ card.”

Sejun recognized it immediately.

The boy looked incredibly weighed down, with dozens of evil spirits clinging to him.

“Yes…”

The woman answered in a voice as dark as her expression.

She’d been visiting all sorts of places for the past three years trying to solve the strange things happening to her son.

Her secretary had reported on MisEats, and she came here as a last resort.

Then—

“Get out of here!”

Sejun suddenly shouted at the boy.

“Hiss! Get away from Chairman Park-nya!”

Theo hissed right after.

“What are you doing?!”

The woman was about to get angry—

“Mom! I suddenly feel light! I don’t hear scary voices anymore!”

The boy beamed.

“Oh. Sorry, I should’ve warned you. Your son looked like he was really suffering. I wasn’t shouting at the customer, of course.”

“Puhuhut. That’s right-nya! Our great hybrid Chairman Park treats customers like royalty-nya! But if you’re rude to him, I, Vice Chairman Theo, will not forgive you-nya!”

As Sejun explained, Theo added with an ultra-serious expression.

Glare!

Sejun focused his gaze, and golden light filled his eyes.

Whoosh!

The evil spirits that had clung to the boy fled and were burned away, crossing over peacefully.

Of course, this was only emergency care.

If the misfortune wasn’t removed, new spirits would return.

While Sejun helped the spirits pass on—

“Puhuhut. How much were you planning to pay-nya?!”

I smell money-nya!

Theo smiled brightly and dove into negotiations.

Compared to what Sejun earned in the tower, this was pocket change—but it was Theo’s mission to keep Sejun’s treasury full.

Though he also emptied it just as often.

“I’ll pay whatever you want. Just please remove my son’s misfortune.”

Hearing that her son felt better gave the woman faith, and she spoke earnestly.

“Puhuhut. Very well-nya! Then…”

Theo settled on a price: ₩1 billion.

A fair price, in Theo’s professional cat-pinion.

Once the deal was made—

Mohehehe. Time to feast!

Slightly milder than Mr. Sejun’s misfortune, but still tasty!

Poyo devoured the boy’s misfortune with joy.

“Poyo. You can get back home on your own now, right?”

“Mohehehe. Yes! I’m bursting with energy now, so I can travel solo! Don’t worry!”

“Great. Then see you at home later. Vice Chairman Theo, let’s go.”

“Puhuhut. Understood-nya!”

Sejun returned to the Kindergarten of Destruction with Theo.

He hadn’t done much, yet it was already time to prep dinner.

As Sejun began cooking—

Kkihihit. Squeak!

[Hehe! Anyone planting less than the great Kkamang gets no dinner!]

On the 3rd floor of the 10th Tower, Kkamang continued working the employees of Sejun Company’s Park Kkamang Sweet Potato Farm.

“Don’t worry, sir! I, Umdol, will plant twice as many as the great Kkamang!”

Squawk!

Shalala!

…

..

.

Ding-ding!

Kkamang’s subordinates were determined to outwork him no matter what.

“Hehe! Taecho planted more than Kkamang oppa, so Taecho wins!”

Kkaung!

Nyong-nyong!

Pop-pop!

Chirp chirp!

Taecho and the wardens treated it like a game and simply enjoyed farming.

However—

It’s unfair that only we work!

Yeah! White Lava Corin is the top-ranked one! Why doesn’t he help us?

Let’s talk to the great Kkamang and make him bring Corin too!

Grumbling began to build among the Three Heavenly Kings.

“Great Kkamang! We know a great worker!”

“That’s right! Corin, the leader of the Four Heavenly Kings, works better than all of us!”

“With Corin, we could plant 100,000 sweet potatoes a day!”

They suggested bringing White Lava Corin.

Kkihihit. Squeak?! Squeak!

[Hehe! 100,000 sweet potatoes a day?! We’re going the moment the butler arrives!]

Kkamang’s answer was, of course, yes.