Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 388

Panic filled downtown Austin. Screams echoed as people ran from their cars. Monsters were in the city, and everyone knew it.

Kee-ack! The scream of a Flesh Feeder echoed in the distance.

A man yelled, his voice cracking with fear, “Get out of the way!”

“Go faster!” another shouted.

People dropped their belongings and ran.

The road was full of cars, leaving little space for people to move.

Kee-ack!

Thud!

Luckily, the Flesh Feeders were slow as they smashed through the cars blocking the road.

“Wait! If we all push, we’ll get stuck!” someone called out. “Let’s try to move together, slowly but surely!”

People, shaking off their fear, began to speak out bravely, one by one.

Hearing those voices, people regained their senses and began to move in an orderly manner.

Moving in an orderly fashion actually made them move faster than when they were rushing, and the distance between them and the Flesh Feeders gradually increased.

Just when people thought they were safe, the ground shook. With a roar, a Giant Leech burst from the earth in front of them!

It had moved underground.

“Aaaah! Save me!” a woman screamed.

“Run away!” another cried.

The people were caught between a rock and a hard place, with a Giant Leech in front and Flesh Feeders behind.

Suddenly, WHAM! The Giant Leech was slammed flat. It was like something huge and unseen had fallen from the sky.

“Huh?!”

People stared up. In the clouds, a strange shape was fading. And on the ground where the Leech had been, the same shape was smashed into the dirt.

It was Batbat!

Batbat was using a new trick. Spark had taught him that the Earth was round, so Batbat could hit things far away by aiming up into the sky. It was like throwing a stone in a curve.

Bang! Bang! Bat patterns exploded on the ground where the Flesh Feeders were hiding, dealing with most of the monsters.

Since he was dealing with invisible areas, he couldn’t completely eliminate them.

However, the number of remaining Flesh Feeders was only about 100 in total, which was a number that the hunters could handle sufficiently.

(Batbat! Spark, I’ll head back now!)

[Okay. Good work.]

Batbat, who had dealt with the monsters in America, returned to the tower from the rooftop of the Halla Building in Gangnam, Seoul.

In Batbat’s hands, of course, was food that Sejun would like.

And,

“Heh heh heh. This is going to get some views, isn’t it?”

A YouTuber filmed Batbat flapping his wings towards America and disappearing, then uploaded the video.

“Oof!”

Sejun opened his eyes as morning arrived.

[The Earth Jewel’s magic is now free! The seal is broken.]

[Fontes, the god of the spring from the Earth Jewel, is released!]

[Fontes, the god of the spring, rewards the one who released his seal.]

[Fontes, the god of the spring, creates a spring on one pyeong of land to repay the favor.]

[10% of the life force you had while sleeping has been stored.]

[The Bead of Life is 5.75% complete.]

[0.1 magic power has been accumulated for 24 hours.]

[Magic power increases by 0.1.]

Sejun checked the messages while lying down for a moment.

“Spring?”

Considering the rewards from the gods so far, it probably wasn’t just water.

“Heh heh heh. What is it?”

Curiosity arose in Sejun.

“Nyaang…”

He grabbed Theo by the scruff of his neck, woke him up, and put Theo on his lap.

Then,

“Puhuhu…”

Theo hugged Sejun’s lap tightly and smiled happily.

That rascal…

Sejun’s lips curled up in satisfaction as he marked the date on the wall and went outside.

Of course, Iona, who was sleeping on Theo’s tail, was with him.

Sejun set out to find the spring.

“Where is it?”

He couldn’t find the spring even after going around the farm once.

“I should ask Queng-yi to find it later.”

Queng-yi could fly with psychokinesis, so it would be easy to see from the sky.

“Ggyut Ggyut Ggyut.”

Iona was next to him, but he didn’t want to wake her up since she was sleeping happily, wrapped around Theo’s tail after a long time.

“I need to make breakfast.”

Not finding the spring, Sejun arrived at the kitchen.

“Huh?!”

Why is this here?

The spring that Sejun had been looking for was inside the kitchen.

“But… is this milk?”

Sejun said, looking at the milky white liquid in the spring. The spring was full of milk.

“Oh! Do I finally have a milk spring too?”

Sejun chuckled as he took a glass of milk and started cooking.

The menu was roasted sweet potatoes.

Because it tastes great with milk.

A little later.

Gguhehehe. Queng!

[Hehehe. That was delicious!]

Kkihihit… Kking…

‘Hehe. That was delicious…’

Queng-yi and Fenrir, who had eaten roasted sweet potatoes and milk, were lying down, sticking their butts to Sejun’s butt.

Slurp.

Sejun stroked them and drank a latte made by mixing milk with his own brewed coffee.

After drinking the latte,

“Raise Land.”

He created a small Fontes Road, about the size of a small mat, for Fontes, the god of the spring.

The milk was good, but not as good as chocolate, so he reflected that by creating a 1.5 pyeong road.

[Fontes Road]

Fontes, the god of the spring, rewarded us with a milk spring. He must be a god as pure as milk.

Sejun made the road and started cooking again for the Dragon Council.

He stirred the soup once and went to the brewery to use the fermentation skill.

And

“Summon Helpers!”

He summoned the other tower farmers.

“Alright, let’s get started on the rice cakes!” Sejun said, clapping his hands. The air in the kitchen was already warm and smelled faintly of rice flour. They were making garae-tteok, long and chewy rice cakes.

Sejun teamed up with his little companion, Kkuengyi.

Theo and Iona worked together at another table.

Ajax and Veronica were side-by-side, and Zelga and Orik made the fourth team.

Each team took a lump of dough, placed it into the special mold, and pressed hard. Long cylinders of garae-tteok squeezed out, ready to be cooked.

The four teams made garae-tteok non-stop until lunchtime, and the amount they produced was truly huge.

Almost enough to form a small mountain.

For reference, they hadn’t even used a small part of the prepared dough yet.

“What should we do with all this?”

He could put it in the subspace warehouse, but that would mean taking it out again later, doing twice the work.

“Ajax, could you call Lamter for me?”

“Okay, hyung!” Ajax called Sejun ‘hyung,’ a way younger boys call older brothers or respected older friends.

So, after thinking, Sejun had Ajax call Lamter to take the garae-tteok away.

Lamter, watching them, thought, ‘Collection complete. Our Sejun is working so hard. Time for a refresh.’

Lamter collected the garae-tteok, cast a recovery spell on Sejun and his companions who were working hard, and then returned.

Zelga and Orik, seeing this for the first time, were greatly shocked. In their experience, dragons usually looked down on others and were never kind. Zelga and Orik called Lamter ‘Lamter-nim,’ a very respectful way to address dragons.

But to not only cast a recovery spell on Sejun, who was of lower status than them, but also to encourage him?

“Heh heh heh. Sejun-nim, what kind of scam did you pull on the dragons?! Please teach me!” Orik asked Sejun with a sly smile. He, too, wanted to stop getting beaten by Grave.

However,

“Nya! Chairman Park doesn’t scam, nya!”

“Kkueng!”

[Kkuengyi’s dad doesn’t scam!]

Orik was grabbed by the scruff of his neck by the furious Theo and Kkuengyi and dragged to a secluded spot, returning with dark circles around his eyes.

At that moment,

Glug.

A sound came from Kkuengyi’s stomach.

“Heh heh heh. Sejun-nim, it seems Kkuengyi-nim is hungry, let’s have lunch.”

Before Sejun knew it, Orik’s way of addressing Kkuengyi had changed from Kkuengyi to Kkuengyi-nim.

“Alright. Let’s eat.”

Lunch was, of course, garae-tteok.

“Zelga, eat this with it.”

“Thank you.”

For Zelga, who preferred seafood, he gave him salted shrimp to dip the garae-tteok in.

They ate lunch like that and then continued making garae-tteok until dinner.

“Everyone, you’ve worked hard. Let’s have dinner before you go home.”

He decided to give the top farmers dinner, especially since they had worked extra hard today.

Sejun opened the subspace warehouse, intending to simply make some pancakes.

“Huh? What’s this?”

As soon as he opened the warehouse, he saw an object wrapped in a black bag. A yellow sticky note was attached to the black bag.

-This is Korean pork belly, samgyeopsal, that Sejun-nim likes. Enjoy it. From Baetbaeti.

“Baetbaeti, thank you.”

Sejun, grateful to Baetbaeti who was probably listening somewhere, put his hand inside the black bag and took out the contents.

A red chunk of meat greeted Sejun.

“Heh heh heh. Samgyeopsal.”

However,

Oh?! I told the kids not to leave…

Sejun soon realized that there would be many mouths to feed this samgyeopsal to.

Should I hide it?

As Sejun was thinking about it,

“Heh heh heh. Sejun-nim, that looks delicious.”

Before Sejun knew it, Orik was standing right there and had already spotted the samgyeopsal.

“Ugh. Go pick some blue cabbage.”

“Heh heh heh. Yes!”

Since he had already been caught, Sejun decided to eat together.

Sejun made green onion salad with the green onions that Orik brought, and cut the cabbage into easy-to-eat pieces. It was to wrap the samgyeopsal in since there was no lettuce.

When the preparations for eating samgyeopsal were finished,

Sssssss.

The samgyeopsal sizzled on the grill, filling the air with a delicious smoky smell. Everyone’s mouths watered as they watched it cook.

And as the atmosphere ripened,

“Heh heh heh. Sejun-nim, I have some good alcohol. Let’s drink together.”

Orik handed over a bottle of alcohol from inside his pants. It seemed like subspace magic was cast on his pants.

The location from which he took it out was quite displeasing, but he was curious about the alcohol from another tower, so he accepted the bottle.

He thought the contents would be fine since it was in a bottle, but

[Terrible Goblin Whiskey]

Whiskey made only from rotten food using a secret method passed down through generations of the Red Goblin tribe.

Drinking it will result in poisoning from all B-grade toxins. (If you have A-grade or higher toxin resistance, you will not be poisoned.)

Usage Restriction: Stamina 1000 or higher

Producer: Red Goblin Tribe Elder Wiki

Expiration Date: 10 years

Grade: A

Seeing the contents, he changed his mind.

“Orik, do you have toxin resistance?”

“Heh heh heh. Of course.”

“What grade is it?”

“Heh heh heh. A-grade, of course. There are only two types of Red Goblins. Red Goblins who survive by achieving A-grade toxin resistance, and Red Goblins who die without achieving it.”

“Really? Then do I have A-grade toxin resistance? Or not?”

“Heh heh heh. Sejun-nim isn’t a Red Goblin, so of course you don’t, right?”

“Heh heh heh. Knowing that, you’re recommending this to me?! Kkuengyi, beat Orik up!” This was unforgivable.

“Kkueng!”

[Kkuengyi will punish him!]

At Sejun’s words, Kkuengyi, who was chewing with three pieces of samgyeopsal and a lot of green onion salad on top of cabbage, hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and stood up.

“Nya! Orik tried to harm Chairman Park, nya! I, Vice Chairman Theo, will punish Orik, nya!”

“He dared to try and poison our Sejun hyung?!” Theo and Ajax also stood up, and Orik was hauled away by the three of them.

“Heh heh heh. Everyone, calm down. But what did I do wrong?” Orik was utterly clueless about what he had done wrong even as he was being dragged away.

“I should keep this for now.”

Sejun took the terrible goblin whiskey.

Poison might be useful someday. Just like how he caught the giant electric eel with Aileen’s food before.

“But it’s a bit disappointing that I couldn’t drink it after wanting to.”

Sejun said, looking at the empty glass.

“Should I go have just one drink?”

Suddenly craving alcohol, Sejun went to the brewery and opened the lid of the jar containing samyangju (Korean traditional liquor).

Then,

“Oh! It looks like it’s done?”

Golden light flowed out from inside the jar. The samyangju made from golden rice was complete.

And then,

[You have achieved the first achievement in the tower for making golden samyangju.]

[The recipe for golden samyangju is registered at Cooking Lv. 9.]

[Skill of Cooking Lv. 9 slightly increases.]

The achievement message appeared as Sejun expected.

[You have obtained a clue to achieve a great achievement.]

[A quest has been generated.]

Following that, a quest message also appeared.

“This is a quest? Heh heh heh. Too easy, isn’t it?” Sejun smiled brightly as he read the quest details.