Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 467

Bayon, the boss of the 87th floor of the Red Tower.

In that place, Bayon’s actions were law, and his words were truth.

If he liked something, he took it; if he didn’t like something, he beat it. He collected taxes and demanded goods from the surrounding villages.

Bayon was arrogant, but he also knew his limits.

When a new presence appeared, Bayon would hold back, first checking if they were stronger or weaker than him.

If they were strong, he would beg and offer gifts to send them away. If they were weak, he would crush them right away.

Bayon was strong when facing weaker people, but weak when facing stronger people. He was a bully to those below him and a coward to those above.

That was Bayon’s way to survive.

Bayon, the boss of the 87th floor, saw them from afar. “Food,” he thought, his eyes on the farm. “And maybe more.”

So, even as he enjoyed the sight of the crops growing abundantly on the vast farm, he held himself back.

‘One never knows.’

Carefully, he looked around, searching for any other strong rivals.

And then…

‘The human is somewhat strong, and the cat, bear, and dog are just pets he keeps for fun?’

Bayon completely misjudged their power.

Theo could hide his power very well, like breathing. He learned this from Sejun. Kkuenge was also making his power smaller because of a special skill called ‘Eve of the Storm’. This skill helped him stay calm.

Of course, Kkamang was genuinely weak.

‘I can handle this alone.’

Bayon thought he had a chance, but he still didn’t rush in.

There might be a strong rival he hadn’t seen yet.

‘Once I make a move, there’s no turning back.’

As Bayon waited for the right moment, he saw the human, with a delicious smell, calling the silver foxes, who were enslaved, to join him for a meal.

‘Hmph! What a clueless fool.’

Giving food to slaves…

He was angry.

He and his men had lived such hard lives that they could barely remember the last time they had enough to eat…

This one had clearly never known hardship in his life.

And…

Seeing that no one appeared even while he was eating such delicious food, it was clear that there was no one stronger than this human here.

Bayon, who believed that the strongest should eat the most delicious food, was sure that there were no other strong rivals here.

Just then,

“Bayon-nim…”

His men were pushing him at just the right moment.

“Ahem. Should I?”

Thanks to them, he could step forward without looking too bad.

“Alright. We’re taking this place.”

“Yes!”

And so, with his men behind him,

‘Heh heh heh. It’s all mine now.’

Bayon headed to the cafeteria in high spirits.

Bzzzzzt!

Bayon and his men had a truly electrifying experience with Kkuenge’s Thunder Rod. The crackling blue energy and the smell of ozone filled the air.

Each hit brought terrible pain, as if their entire bodies were being fried.

Once the beating was over,

“Heh heh heh.”

Thump.

Theo approached with an evil grin and stamped Bayon with the seal that had been used to enslave the silver foxes.

However…

[Residents of the Red Tower cannot be enslaved.]

Thump. Thump.

After repeated failures,

“Nya?! It doesn’t work, nya?! Heh heh heh. Then I’ll stamp it myself, nya!”

He forcibly lifted his paw and stamped the slave contract with his paw print.

He tried to resist, but…

‘What?! This power?!’

The power was immense.

The bear had been hiding its strength, and so had the cat.

Thump.

And so, Bayon became a slave after stamping the slave contract with his paw print.

Just then,

Whine!

Kkamang was climbing onto his body.

Whine?! Whine?!

[Hey! You hurt Sejun’s helper! Kkamang is here to stop you! I’m the best dog of the Black Tower!]

He stomped on him with his front paws, showing his anger.

To be enslaved was bad enough, but to be stepped on by a dog…

He was angry, but he didn’t dare to fight back, wondering if the dog was also hiding its strength.

Bayon thought he should have listened to the yellow cat. He should have noticed the baby bear with the lettuce wrap. He *really* should have run when the bear put down his food and took out the sparking Thunder Rod!

‘…Then this wouldn’t have happened.’

Big tears rolled down Bayon’s face as he cried about his bad luck.

And then…

“Hmm… Son, write this down. The foxes of the Red Tower are quite clueless and cry a lot.”

What Mason, the chairman of the Wandering Merchant Association, said while watching from afar with a telescope…

Scritch. Scritch.

Zelas quietly wrote on the paper.

The two of them were also foxes, and they had been luckily summoned to the Harvest Festival with their companions,

“Dad, look! It’s Sejun and Theo!”

Zelas was about to greet them, but…

“No! We must hide here and gather information that will be helpful to Sejun-nim.”

Thanks to Mason stopping him, they were hiding like this, gathering information about the foxes of other towers.

‘If Theo finds me… he’ll remember that ‘small favor’ I promised him. And it wasn’t small at all! I must never get caught until the Harvest Festival is over.’

Of course, what Mason told Zelas was a lie.

Mason just strangely wanted to hide, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Hee hee hee. Whine! Whine!

[Hee hee. Butler, tell me if he acts up again! The great Kkamang-nim will punish him then!]

Thump. Thump.

Kkamang happily stomped on Bayon’s face, punishing him.

Just then,

Kiki!

Kiki!

The Doom-Eating Beasts suddenly invaded,

Whine?

They picked up Kkamang in their mouths, placed him on their heads, and began to move as a group.

“Play safely and come back early!”

Leaving Sejun’s voice behind,

“Great Kkamang-nim, I sense Violet’s energy nearby.”

Eomdoli, sensing Violet’s energy, reported to Kkamang.

Whine?!

[Really?!]

“Yes.”

Hee hee hee. Whine! Whine!

[Hee hee. Then let’s go catch Violet! Move out!]

Fourth unit, move out!

And so, Kkamang and his men moved on the Doom-Eating Beasts.

Squeak?

“Woohoo. Did you come to greet us?”

They were headed to where Bbiyot and Yuren were returning.

And then…

Kiki!

Kiki!

The Doom-Eating Beasts surrounded Yuren and began rummaging through his pockets.

Then…

Plop.

A purple crystal fell from his pocket.

Woohoo. I have to give it to Sejun-nim.

Yuren had defeated Violet and collected the crystals that had fallen nearby.

However…

I sense Kruger hyung-nim’s energy from those guys.

In fact, Violet had faked his death.

As expected, Yuren is unlucky. He was trying to deliver a fragment of the Apostle of Doom to Sejun…

“Violet, my brother!”

–Kruger hyung-nim, where have you been?! Could it be that you were captured by these guys?! If so, I will…

As Violet, discovering Eomdoli, was about to revert to his original form…

“Violet, stop!”

Violet blinked, confused. “Huh?”

Eomdori ran towards Violet, who had just shouted his name.

Then, *Whack!* Eomdori hit Violet hard in the chest. He pulled out a piece from inside her and threw it to the Devourers of Destruction.

Kiki!

Kiki!

The Devourers of Destruction swarmed around Violet’s core, which was filled with the power of destruction.

“Huh?! Why is Hyung-nim doing this to me…?”

Violet felt weaker after losing the piece. She looked at Eomdori, her face showing she felt betrayed.

Kee hee hee! Squeak!

[Hee hee! Welcome, Violet!]

Kkamangi appeared and welcomed Violet.

“Here. Eat this and stop crying.”

“Sniff. Yes…”

“Keeing. Thank you.”

“Sob! It’s so delicious!”

While Sejun was comforting the crying Bayon and his subordinates, grilling pork belly,

Kee hee hee! Squeak!

[Hee hee! Butler! I’ve exorcised another one and brought them here!]

Thump. Thump.

Kkamangi came into the eating area, looking very proud. He had a purple crystal creature on his back, like Eomdori but purple.

Squeak!

[This is Violet, the 11th Seat of the Apostles of Destruction, the Crystal Giant of Ruin!]

Since Sejun had already discovered that Eomdori, Kkomi, and Kkabi were Apostles of Destruction, Kkamangi introduced Violet very confidently.

“Greetings…”

Violet bowed to Sejun at a 90-degree angle.

Violet didn’t really want to bow to a human like this.

But now, he was the butler of the great Kkamangi-nim, the noble wolf Fenrir who once hunted gods, so she couldn’t treat him carelessly.

As she greeted him,

Kee hee hee! Squeak!

[Hee hee! Butler! Give her a name too!]

Kkamangi asked Sejun to create a name for Violet.

“Great Kkamangi-nim, I already have a name…”

Violet was about to refuse, but

Squeak!

[Be quiet!]

“Quiet!”

Shalala!

You think you’re the only one who can have a cool name?! Not a chance!

Kkamangi, Eomdori, and Kkabi, excluding Violet and Kkomi, glared at Violet with eyes full of jealousy, and then

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

They looked at Sejun with expectant eyes.

“Hmm…”

Thus, Sejun’s naming office reopened before the day was over.

‘Purpley.’ The name that came to mind as soon as he saw Violet’s purple body.

No!

Purpley was too uninspired and lacked creativity.

The next name that came to mind was… Since it was a thumb-sized purple crystal, Thumb-Purp.

But he had already used that pattern when making Eomdori’s name, so he excluded it.

“Hmm…”

Maybe because he had already made the great name ‘Black Torch’ earlier, Sejun found it hard to think of another good name.

“Show me what you’re good at.”

So, today he decided to name her based on something other than her appearance.

“Ahem. I can grow and explode amethysts.”

Why am I so nervous about this?

At Sejun’s request, Violet used her ability, tearing off a part of her body.

Whoosh.

Fire ignited on the purple crystal, and purple flames began to blaze.

Originally, it should have exploded all at once, but Violet’s power was insufficient, so the crystal exploded slowly, creating this phenomenon.

“T-This isn’t it…”

Sejun thought of some simple names based on her purple fire, like ‘Purple Fire’ or ‘Flamey’, but none of them felt right.

While watching, Kkamangi and the others waited, hoping Sejun would give her a silly name.

“Your name is now Jaki!”

······?

Sejun said an unexpected name, breaking everyone’s expectations.

While everyone was looking at the burning crystal,

‘She grows amethysts?!’

Hehehe. The ability to grow amethysts.

Sejun was focused on watching whether Violet’s body would regenerate.

Oh! It’s real.

As amethysts grew from Violet’s body and the part she had just torn off regenerated,

···!

A word flashed like lightning. Growing Amethyst. Shortened to Jaki!

Kee hee hee! Squeak! Squeak!

[Hee hee! As expected of my butler! You never disappoint me!]

“As expected of Sejun-nim!”

Squawk!

Shalala!

“My name is Jaki…”

Kkamangi and his subordinates, except for the person receiving the name, were satisfied with Sejun’s naming.

Thus, Violet, the 11th Seat of the Apostles of Destruction, the Crystal Giant of Ruin, gained a new name: Jaki, the 4th subordinate of the great Kkamangi.

“From now on, Jaki, only make 1kg of amethyst per day. You can make other colors if you want.”

?!

Along with the weighty mission of crystal production.

And then,

“Hmm… the Red Tower foxes eat well even while crying.”

Mason, still watching the eating area, said,

“Father, the Brown Tower foxes are moving.”

Scritch. Scritch.

Zeras, who was writing down Mason’s words and watching the movements of the other Tower foxes, said.

“Is that so?”

Mason quickly looked through his binoculars again and saw the Brown Tower foxes moving quietly and secretly.

Where are they going?

Mason examined the direction the Brown Tower foxes were moving.

“Those Brown Tower foxes are not smart. If they keep doing that, something bad will happen…”

Crunch. Crunch.

Unlike his concerned voice, he had a bright smile and began to take peanuts out of his pocket and eat them, to enjoy watching the upcoming fight.

Their targets were Bbyot and Yuren, who were returning to the farm, and the Ox King.

A little later.

Yelp!

The screams of the Brown Tower foxes were heard, and soon Bbyot and Yuren were seen diligently stamping the unconscious Brown Tower foxes with their paw prints.

At that moment,

···?

Suddenly, Mason’s vision was filled with pink.

What is it?

As Mason wondered,

“Theo-nim, hello.”

Zeras’s voice was heard in Mason’s ear.

Theo was blocking the binoculars with his front paw.

“T-Theo-nim! It’s an honor to meet you!”

Mason quickly put down the binoculars, got up, and greeted Theo.

“Heh heh heh. Mason Association President, nice to meet you, meow!”

Theo, who had moved his paw to block Mason’s view, looked at Mason and smiled brightly.

And then,

!!!

Heh heh heh. As expected, I am the right-hand man of the great Chairman Park, meow! I’ve come up with a good way to make money, meow!

An amazing idea came to him when he saw Mason.

“Heh heh heh. Mason Association President, I want to sell Harvest Festival tickets, meow!”

Theo made Mason sell Harvest Festival tickets stamped with his paw print.