Solo Farming In The Tower

<Earth>

When Sejun returned to the Kindergarten of Destruction after seeing off the Creationlings—

“Where did the big brothers go?!”

“Dongdong-i hyung! He’s gone!”

—the Destructionlings were looking for the Creationlings.

“They went to school. If we just wait five more nights, we can see them again, so hang in there a little longer.”

“But five nights is too long…”

“You just have to eat fifteen delicious meals! Our good kids can wait while enjoying yummy meals made by teacher, right?”

“Yes!”

Sejun comforted the children with practiced ease.

“Huing… Bongbongi hyung…”

Of course, not every child was comforted so easily, and one began to cry.

And if he left that alone, the crying would spread like a plague and soon everyone would be wailing.

Hmph. In moments like this, you can’t panic or hesitate like an amateur.

I’m a professional.

“Oh! What’s this?!”

Sejun pulled out an item he had prepared in advance.

It was a tactic to divert the crying child’s attention elsewhere.

“Hu… huh? Ttanttaen-nim, what is that?!”

“Oh?! Ttanttaen-nim, what is that? Is it a person?!”

Thankfully, Sejun’s strategy worked, and the children stared curiously at the pumpkin mask he made from a sweet pumpkin.

“Hehehe. You wear it like this.”

“Nya?!”

Sejun placed the pumpkin mask on Theo’s head. The pumpkin was too small for himself to wear.

He could have used Crop Growth to make it bigger, but he didn’t want to. It would get dirty if he wore it.

That bastard Theo had scolded him earlier for having eye gunk.

Hehehe. Revenge.

Sejun’s pettiness shone through as he executed a trivial but satisfying revenge over a tiny grudge.

Kihehe! Kking!

[Heheh. As expected, the housekeeper is petty! Unlike the great Kkamang, who is generous!]

Watching it all, Kkamang laughed heartily at Sejun.

Jingle jingle!

[Of course! The most generous in the universe is the great Kkamang!]

Kkobang rang his bell diligently in flattery.

Meanwhile—

“Wow! Theo Ttanttaen-nim is so cool!”

“I want one too!”

“Sotteok-i wants a mask too!”

“Baba!”

“Puhuhut. Even I, Vice Chairman Theo, know that Vice Chairman Theo is cool, nya!”

Theo, wearing the pumpkin mask, was receiving waves of admiration from the kids.

Kking!

[Big bro! The great Kkamang wants to wear that!]

“Puhuhut. No can do, nya! It was a gift from the great Hybrid Chairman Park, nya!”

Kking!

[Housekeeper! The great Kkamang wants one too!]

Kkamang began pleading with Sejun and Theo for a pumpkin mask.

“Who wants one of these?”

Sejun didn’t miss the opportunity.

“Me!!!”

The children threw both hands up high.

Kking!

[Housekeeper! The great Kkamang raised his paw too!]

Kkamang raised his tiny front paw as high as he could.

Soon, both the children and Kkamang were filled with a burning desire to have a pumpkin mask.

Hehehe. Good. Another week safely secured.

“Alright, let’s eat breakfast and then go make pumpkin masks.”

Grinning inside, Sejun headed toward the kitchen.

A short time later—

4th Floor of the 10th Tower.

“Okay. Now, just plant one pumpkin in each spot in order. Got it?”

“Yes!”

Sejun let the Destructionlings each plant a pumpkin that would become their personal pumpkin mask.

And then—

“Heheh. I’ll grow the best pumpkin.”

“Puhuhut. I, Vice Chairman Theo and right paw of the great Hybrid Chairman Park, will grow the second-best pumpkin, nya!”

Kkuhehehe. Kkueng! Kkueng!

[Hehehe. Kkueng is a planting master, da-yo! So after Daddy’s pumpkin, mine will be next, da-yo!]

“Heheh. Taecho will grow the biggest pumpkin!”

Sejun, Theo, Kkueng, and Taecho each planted a pumpkin as well.

Of course, there were troublemakers.

Kihehe! Kking! Kking!

[Heheh. Pumpkins taste bad! Sweet potatoes are the best!]

“Hey! Park Kkamang! I told you to plant a pumpkin!”

“Hey! Park Kkamang! I said pumpkin!”

Kking!

[Run away!]

Having finished planting sweet potatoes, Kkamang darted away with his stubby legs.

“Run away!”

Taecho, who had been diligently planting pumpkins with her tiny hands, also ran off after Kkamang.

Taecho… why?

When Sejun looked at her with an exasperated face—

“Daddy, catch Taecho quickly!”

Taecho looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Ah. You want to play tag.

Okay. Understood.

“Hehehe. I’m it! Everyone, run!”

“Heheheh. It’s tag!”

“Huljjuk-ah, let’s run!”

Thanks to that, even the Destructionlings planting pumpkins scattered joyfully in every direction.

As Sejun chased after the kids for a while playing tag—

Grrrr. Kking?! Kking!

[Grrrrr. What?! Housekeeper is supposed to chase the great Kkamang!]

Kkamang didn’t like how things were going.

Kking! Kking!

So he barked to let Sejun know where he was.

“There you are, Park Kkamang.”

With a sly grin, Sejun ran off toward Kkamang.

Kihehe!

As Sejun chased after him, Kkamang gleefully ran away.

1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes… until it reached 30 minutes.

And then—

Huff… huff… huff…

Why hasn’t the great Kkamang gotten caught yet?

On the verge of collapse, Kkamang realized something was wrong.

No matter how fast he was, there was no way he could run from Sejun for this long.

“Hehehe. Park Kkamang, great job exercising, right?”

Sejun approached Kkamang with a smile. He had been chasing just close enough to not catch him—so that Kkamang would get a workout.

At that moment—

KUGUNG.

The ground trembled.

“Taecho did it! Daddy! Taecho made the biggest pumpkin!”

Taecho called out, having grown a dimensional pumpkin tree.

“Oh. Good job, Taecho.”

“Heheh.”

Pat pat.

Sejun praised her, patting her on the butt.

KUGUNG.

KUGUNG.

The ground shook again—this time multiple times.

“Ttanttaen-nim! Jjongjjongi’s pumpkin got big too!”

“Ttanttaen-nim! Pangpangi’s pumpkin too!”

Out of the pumpkins the Destructionlings planted, some had turned into World Trees.

“Ttanttaen-nim, praise Jjongjjongi too!”

“And Pangpangi!”

The Destructionlings who grew World Trees—

“And Gomgomi too!”

“Wahh!”

—along with those who didn’t, all rushed Sejun, sticking out their butts.

“Alright. Good job.”

Sejun patted all their behinds equally, praising them without discrimination.

Then—

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park! I, Vice Chairman Theo, did many great things too, nya! Praise me, nya!”

Kkueng!

Theo and Kkueng also stuck out their butts to Sejun.

“Sure.”

Pat pat.

And so, as Sejun was surrounded by everyone and diligently patting butts—

Kihehe! Kking!

[Heheh! Housekeeper! The great Kkamang wants a butt-pat too!]

Kkamang ran over, thrilled.

“Alright.”

This is for earlier!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sejun gave Kkamang’s rear a loud spanking. It didn’t hurt at all—just sounded big. Kkamang had dragon-hide after all; even stronger hits wouldn’t hurt him.

Kkiing~!

[The great Kkamang is dying~!]

Kkamang shrieked dramatically. Turns out, he was a crybaby too.

Hehehe. I like it.

Realizing Kkamang was just like him—a true glass-hearted fish—Sejun felt pleased.

Pat pat.

He then patted Kkamang’s rear in earnest.

After all the praise was done—

“Taecho, Jjongjjongi, Pangpangi, and Yamyam—go replant.”

Sejun had the children who grew dimensional or World Trees plant new pumpkins.

You’re asking what the pumpkin masks are for?

Well, Halloween is coming soon.

Hehehe. Gotta go trick-or-treating with the kids.

Sejun laughed, picturing the kids wearing pumpkin masks as they went around collecting candy.

Though the chances of it going according to his imagination were slim.

***

<Nakyul>

“I… I did it!”

Podori cheered after barely saving a world from Destruction by sacrificing a tremendous number of roots.

But—

[Podori, great job! Now, let’s go find the next world with a remnant of Destruction!]

Flamy, who had just watched from the side, urged him onward.

Honestly, Flamy really wanted to jump in and help—but if she did, Podori’s trial wouldn’t progress. So she held back.

[Huh? I just finished though?]

[Hehe. Exactly! Since you finished, it’s time to go again.]

She said it with a kind voice and a smile, but Podori had no choice but to agree.

Truly merciless…

Ah. But we don’t have blood or tears anyway.

[Yes…]

Podori sighed and hurriedly moved his roots. Flamy couldn’t help, but she could beat him—so resisting would just cost more roots.

So, nearly a month after Flamy began her torment, Podori finally saved another world from Destruction.

But—

Way too slow!

To Flamy, his pace was unbearably frustrating.

Why?

<Earth>

“Squeak!”

BOOM!

“Oh. It’s Yuren.”

“Puhuhut. Looks like he brought back another remnant of Destruction, nya!”

Sejun and the others were saving a world every 2 to 3 days.

As the curse from the God of Destruction Ditto grew stronger, Yuren’s bad luck was summoning ever stronger disasters. Thankfully, Poyo was glued to his side 24/7 like a living ward.

In exchange, [Fire Eats] was temporarily closed, and many visitors to Kkueng’s café expressed disappointment.

Kihehe! Kking! Kking!

[Heheh. Housekeeper! Leave it to the great Kkamang! I’ll take care of this!]

Kkamang boldly stepped forward to confront the Destruction remnant. Lately, Kkamang had been on fire.

Once one of the 12 Apostles of Destruction, Seat 1, the remnants immediately—

“We greet the noble wolf Fenrir, hunter of gods!”

—threw themselves prostrate.

Kihehe! Kking!

[Heheh. From now on, call me the great Kkamang!]

“Yes! Great Kkamang!”

Kking?

[You surrender, right?]

“Of course! We surrender!”

Kking!

[Housekeeper! The great Kkamang handled it!]

Kkamang got the surrender easily.

But then—

[Massacrer Remusa]

“What the hell is this mutt?!”

WHACK!

KKIIING!

The new Destruction remnant kicked Kkamang as soon as it stepped through the portal. A lowly soldier who had never even seen Kkamang during the Destruction era.

How dare you hit the great Kkamang?!

It didn’t hurt thanks to the dragon-hide, but his pride took a massive hit.

Kkiiing! Kking!

[Waaah! Housekeeper! He hit the great Kkamang!]

Go! Housekeeper!

Kkamang immediately tattled to Sejun.

“You dare hit our Kkamang?!”

It’s fine if I hit him—but no one else can!

Enraged, Sejun placed Kkamang in his sling bag.

Then—

“Everyone, combine!”

As Sejun spread his arms wide—

“Got it, nya!”

Kkueng!

Clack clack.

Two gauntlets locked onto his hands: Theo on the left, Kkueng on the right.

Theo and Kkueng clung to his hands.

And then—

“For Park Kkamang’s revenge! Kkueng Uppercut!”

BOOM!

Sejun stomped hard enough to shake the earth and dashed forward, thrusting his right fist up from below.

Kkueng!

Kkueng, clinging to Sejun’s right hand, thrust his front paw upward. He held back his strength just enough not to injure Sejun.

That much power…

Remusa tried to dodge Sejun’s punch—

“What the—urgh!”

—but a second punch burst out from the first and struck him.

WHAM!

As Remusa was launched into the air—

“Theo jab!”

Shushushuk.

Sejun threw several punches into the air toward Remusa.

BZZZT!

Theo unsheathed his dragon claws.

“Nyan-nyan-nyan! Nyan-nyan-nyan!”

He used his Nyan-Nyan Storm Fist to slash Remusa to pieces.

[Black Tower Lucky One Park Theo and High-Rank Herbalist Park Kkueng have defeated Massacrer Remusa.]

[You have acquired 100 billion experience points—50% of what Park Theo and Park Kkueng earned.]

As Remusa was obliterated—

“Remusa is down!”

“Let’s avenge Remusa!”

—a flood of Destruction remnants poured out of the dimensional portal. This time, it was quantity over quality.

Then—

“Fuhuhut. Combine attack! Tekkupark Drill Storm!”

As if waiting for that cue, Sejun clasped his hands in a wind-blasting pose.

“Got it, nya! Nyan-nyan-nyan!”

Kkueng! Kkuueeeeng!

[Kkuhehehe. Got it, da-yo-o-o-o-o!]

Theo unleashed his Nyan-Nyan Storm Fist, and Kkueng used Kkueng Howl—their combined attack shredded the enemy.

Now it was a perfect fusion move.

Sejun smiled proudly.

He had grown strong enough to fight alongside them without getting ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) hurt.

Fuhuhut. I’ve gotten a lot stronger.

Feeling his strength in a long while—

“This is what happens when you mess with our Kkamang.”

He said with a slightly smug expression.

Then—

Kihehe! Kking! Kking!

[Heheh. Housekeeper’s smug again! Let’s stomp his face!]

Kkamang charged Sejun’s face.

But—

“Puhuhut. We won, nya!”

Kkuhehehe. Kkueng!

[Hehehe. Fighting with Daddy makes me happy, da-yo!]

Theo and Kkueng didn’t move at all.

“Fuhuhut. Not this time.”

Because this time, Sejun kept the line.

“Park Kkamang! You little brat! I even got mad because you got hit, and now you step on my face?!”

Kking…

[Housekeeper, I’m sowwy…]

And so, once again, Kkamang found himself dangling helplessly by the cheeks.