Solo Farming In The Tower

Kihihit! Kking!

[Hehe! Butler! The Great Kkamang is giving [N O V E L I G H T] you this, so praise me and hand over some super-flavor dried sweet potatoes!]

With a proud look on his face, Kkamang trotted over and handed Sejun the orb he had just picked up.

[Azathoth No. 108]

Azathoth Number 108?

“What is this?”

Kking! Kking!

[It’s a super nasty piece of armor! But don’t worry! The Great Kkamang already educated it!]

With an even smugger look than before, Kkamang huffed proudly through his nose.

“Armor?”

As Sejun examined the orb more closely, the description appeared. Normally, an appraisal would be required, but thanks to Kkamang’s “education”—

Behold my magnificence!

—the ego of Azathoth No. 108, being an attention-seeker, decided to reveal its information directly.

[Azathoth No. 108]

A piece created by Master Artisan Azathoth, the one who turns all things into items.

This armor, numbered 108, was personally acknowledged by Azathoth.

Crafted from the soul and body of Flame Spirit Lord Kalsheid, the armor’s scales ignite when infused with mana, burning everything nearby.

Creator: Master Artisan Azathoth

Usage Requirement: All stats 3,000,000+

Grade: ★★★★★★★

Skills: <Flame Domination (Master)>, <Terrifying Flame (Master)>, <Flame Devour (Master)>

“Whoa. Seven stars… It’s definitely strong, but… the stat requirement…”

No way I can wear that.

Even though Sejun’s stats had increased a lot from eating and leveling up Earth, he was still around 300,000—nowhere near 3,000,000.

Would it even be possible to reach that?

“You guys want to wear it?”

He turned to Theo and Queng, who might be able to wear it.

“Puhuhut. No thanks, nya! It looks uncomfortable, nya!”

Queng!

[Queng doesn’t want it either, da-yo!]

Since both of them were used to being essentially naked, they flat-out refused.

Sejun didn’t know their exact stats, but figured they had to be high—otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to defeat that guy, Kwazakru, who had been wearing it.

“Then I guess I’ll give it to Lord Remter.”

The color even matches.

Sejun decided to gift the armor to Remter.

“But Number 108 is way too lazy for a name. I’m gonna rename it.”

–What?! How dare you change the name given by the great artisan Azathoth himself…!

Azathoth No. 108 protested, clearly upset.

Grrr.

–…

But the moment Kkamang growled, it shut up immediately.

Kihihit! Kking!

[Hehe! I can’t wait!]

What kind of name will Lord Sejun come up with this time?

So exciting!

Everyone in the Kkamang Family stared at Sejun with eyes full of anticipation.

Meanwhile—

Master Artisan, 108, Armor, Flame Spirit Lord Kalsheid, Fire, Seven Stars…

Sejun jotted down name keywords in his mind.

Fire, Armor, Seven Stars, Kalsheid.

He chose the most striking ones and put them together.

“Flame-Scaled Sevenstar Kalsheid.”

He kept Kalsheid’s name in it, feeling a little bad that his entire being had been turned into an item—at least the name would be remembered.

Kking! Kking!

[Butler! I’m disappointed! That name’s way too half-hearted!]

“He’s right! Lord Sejun, you’ve clearly lost your touch!”

Kkiruk!

Shalang!

…

He was immediately bombarded with protests from the Kkamang Family.

‘Flame-Scaled Sevenstar’ sounded kinda meh, but once you added ‘Kalsheid,’ it became way too over-the-top.

“Alright, Kkamang, didn’t you want dried sweet potatoes?”

Chomp.

To shut Kkamang up, Sejun quickly shoved a piece of super-flavor roasted sweet potato into his mouth.

Kihihit.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

The previously fierce Kkamang began munching happily, cheeks puffed with joy.

This guy… his belly’s gotten kinda big, hasn’t it?

Looks like he’ll need to start dieting again soon.

Unaware that Sejun was already planning a new fitness regime for him.

Just then—

[A name-change attempt has been detected for “Azathoth No. 108.”]

[Determined that “Azathoth No. 108” was an alias, not a true name.]

[This is considered a naming, not a renaming.]

A message appeared.

“Not even considered a real name…?”

That’s how lazy the original name was—so much so it wasn’t even acknowledged as a proper one.

While Sejun stared in disbelief—

[Talent: Namemaker has activated.]

[Special effects have been imbued into the name Flame-Scaled Sevenstar Kalsheid.]

[Upon wearing Flame-Scaled Sevenstar Kalsheid, all stats +10,000.]

[The scattered soul of Flame Spirit Lord Kalsheid has reawakened and will now serve as the armor’s ego.]

More messages followed.

“Huh?”

Kalsheid’s soul came back to life?

While Sejun gawked—

[The armor’s ego has changed. New innate skills added:

<Flame Spirit Tribe: Basic Magic (Unmeasurable)>,

<Flame Spirit Tribe: Intermediate Magic (Unmeasurable)>… etc.]

The Flame Spirit Tribe’s spells were added, from basic all the way to advanced.

I have to give this… to Remter?

That stings…

Sejun grimaced with jealousy.

[You have achieved the Grand Feat of Creation: Reviving the extinct Flame Spirit Tribe.]

[Reward: Title <Second Father of the Flame Spirit Tribe> obtained.]

[Reward: Divine Status +100.]

[Reward: All stats +1000.]

“Hehehe. Nice.”

Thankfully, the rewards eased the sting.

The effect of <Second Father of the Flame Spirit Tribe> increases Sejun’s powers as the flame spirits grow in number.

Currently it was at the base level of 1%, but it could go up to 500%.

To grow the tribe, Sejun would need to continuously supply fire power to the armor so new flame spirits could be born.

This made him even more determined to entrust the armor to Remter.

–Thank you for reviving my soul, Father.

“Oh. You’re Kalsheid?”

–Yes.

Though Kalsheid was about 100,000 years older than Sejun, Sejun already had daughters older than that—so he spoke casually.

As Sejun chatted with Kalsheid—

Piyot! Piyot?!

[Oh my gosh! Lord Yuren! What were you thinking?!]

“Uhehehe. Sorry. It was a special discount, so I bought it… turns out it was a curse of misfortune.”

Piyot!

[You can’t just buy anything you see!]

Piyot scolded Yuren sternly.

Piyot! Piyot. Puhuhut.

[No helping it now! Guess I’ll have to keep tagging along. Huhuhu.]

“Huh? Why are you laughing, Piyot?”

Pi… Piyot?! Piyot! Piyot!

[W-Who said that?! Lord Yuren, stop causing trouble! You’re exhausting me!]

Was this even scolding?

Piyot had been bored without Yuren.

After getting used to the thrilling chaos caused by Yuren’s misfortune, peaceful life had become unbearably dull.

And so, yet another day of chaos thanks to Yuren passed safely at the Kindergarten of Destruction.

***

The next morning.

1st floor of the Black Tower.

Sejun stood silently, waiting with Theo, Queng, Kkamang, and Taecho for the soon-to-arrive Children of Creation.

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, you’ve got eye boogers, nya! Clean them!”

“Got it.”

At Theo’s words, Sejun quickly rubbed his eyes.

“If you don’t take care of yourself like I do, Aileen noona might dump you, nya!”

For once, Theo nagged Sejun while grooming between his legs with his tongue.

Am I really that bad…?

Sejun checked his reflection in the mirror, feeling a bit guilty.

“Puhuhut. If Chairman Park wants proper grooming, just say the word, nya! I, Vice-Chairman Theo, will lick you squeaky clean from head to toe, nya!”

Theo declared proudly—eyes gleaming with mild insanity.

“Yeah, I’ll pass.”

He just licked that spot and now wants to clean me with the same tongue?!

Sejun rejected him flatly.

““Teacher!””

Thud-thud-thud!

Seven Children of Creation came running.

“Kids, you doing well?”

““Yes!!””

Their eyes sparkled with anticipation:

‘Let’s go eat teacher’s cooking and play with the others!’

They were still young. All they wanted was food and fun.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

““Yes!””

Sejun gathered the kids and his companions and headed back to Earth.

Upon arrival at the Kindergarten of Destruction—

““Guys!!””

“Dongdong hyung! I missed you so much!”

“Bongbong oppa!”

The Creation Kids and Destruction Kids screamed and embraced like long-lost family.

It had only been 5 days apart, and they’d done this many times before—

But every Saturday morning, it still felt like a tearful family reunion.

“Rangrangi hyung! Yesterday, Mingming and I played firefighter with Yamyam! You should play with us today too!”

“Shall I?”

While the reunited kids ran around—

“Hm-hmm-hm.”

Sejun cooked in the kitchen.

When the food was nearly ready—

“Teacher, is breakfast ready?”

Shongshongi peeked in and asked.

“Yup. Just about. Go tell the others it’s time.”

“Okay! Guys! Teacher says it’s time to eat!”

Shongshongi sprinted off to announce it.

Moments later—

““Thank you for the food!!””

““Tank you fo da food!””

The Creation and Destruction kids all gathered around the table for a meal together.

For two full weekend days, the Creation Kids ate Sejun’s meals and snacks and played happily with their younger siblings.

Before long, Monday came—and it was time to return to the Black Tower.

Early Monday morning—

“Time to get up, kids.”

“Ugh… five more minutes…”

“I wanna sleep more…”

Just like any working adult with Monday blues, the Creation Kids whined as Sejun gently coaxed them out of bed.

The reason they had to leave this early?

Because if the Destruction Kids woke up and saw their older siblings leave, they would cry for two hours straight, creating storm clouds in the sky and chaos on Earth.

Clank…

Quietly, Sejun shut the door to the Kindergarten behind him and led the Creation Kids back to the Black Tower.

***

[You have entered the 1st Floor of the Black Tower.]

Upon arrival—

“Shongshongi, give this to Lord Remter.”

Sejun handed Flame-Scaled Sevenstar Kalsheid to Shongshongi.

“Okay!”

Shongshongi nodded with energy.

Moments later—

“Pwahaha! So Sejun! He gave a gift just to the great Red Dragon! Lord Remter! Zahir!!”

Remter shouted with pride, loud enough for all the other dragon leaders to hear.

“What, seriously? Why would Sejun give him a gift?”

“Oh, shut it. Who here hasn’t gotten a gift from Sejun at some point? What’s the big deal?”

The other leaders scoffed and jabbed back at Remter.

Just then—

–Greetings, Great Red Dragon Remter. I am Flame Spirit Lord Kalsheid, son of Lord Sejun.

“Huh?”

Sejun’s son?

He left another kid with me?

Remter felt betrayed by Sejun.

But—

“What?!”

The moment he checked the armor’s stats, that betrayal flew out the window.

“Pwahaha! This armor is seven stars!”

As expected of our Sejun!

From then on, Remter toured the entire dragon territory just to brag about the armor—burning with pride.