Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 517

Brown Tower, 27th Floor.

Thud.

This place is in ruins.

Amur spoke as he stepped onto the island floating in the sky.

He defended this place alone against the Apostles of Destruction, after all.

Actually, it’s in pretty good shape, considering.

Thud. Thud.

Amur slowly walked towards the Temple of the Creator God in the center of the island.

‘That’s where I used to have a drink with Mack…’

‘That’s Hati’s lab…’

Memories of his lost friends filled his mind.

Following those memories, Amur arrived in front of the flower garden that Emila had tended.

The flower garden was much smaller than before, and there were fewer types of plants, but it felt more vibrant than ever.

Amur, you’ve finally come.

Emila Iveness, the Creator God’s first Apostle, came out of the temple and greeted Amur with a warm voice.

Yes…

Seeing Emila, Amur had many things he wanted to say, but a mix of emotions, including joy and sorrow, welled up, making his throat tighten.

I’m late.

He quickly said,

No. It’s not too late yet. The fight starts now.

Are we going back to the Land of Destruction?

Amur asked, his eyes gleaming at Emila’s words.

Looking into Amur’s eyes, you could see he was ready for anything, even death.

That is correct.

A reply came from inside the Temple of the Creator God instead of Emila. The voice contained an irresistible power.

This voice?!

Thud.

Amur Langrange, the second Apostle of Creation, greets the Supreme Creator God!

Knowing who the owner of the voice was, Amur hastily knelt towards the Temple of the Creator God, paying his respects to the Creator God.

Amur, thank you for returning.

I apologize for showing such a shameful state.

It’s alright. Everyone needs rest.

Thank you.

At the benevolent voice of the Creator God, the guilt that remained in Amur’s heart seemed to melt away.

Fortunately, thanks to your efforts, we were able to buy enough time.

Time for a miracle to happen.

The Apostles of Creation went beyond the Black Moon and continued to suppress the forces of Destruction, preventing Destruction from rapidly increasing its power.

During that time, the Creator God healed the wounds inflicted by Destruction.

No, it wasn’t really healing. It was more like just staying alive, holding on as long as possible.

Because if the Creator God disappeared, Destruction would take over completely.

So, the Creator God desperately held on to avoid disappearing.

But it was like pouring water into a bottomless pit.

The wounds inflicted by Destruction were too great.

The Destruction in the wounds was like a monster, eating away at the Creator God’s power and time.

One day, with less than 10 years left for the Creator God.

What is this?!

Suddenly, the energy of Creation began to flow into the Creator God’s body from somewhere.

Could it be? Had the 10th Tower finally started working?

The Creator God naturally thought that someone had completed the task left behind and that the arrangement had been fulfilled.

Because the 10th Tower was the only thing that could create the energy of Creation besides himself.

The Creator God pushed back the power of Destruction with the energy of Creation and recovered his body, and after recovering to some extent,

Since you have done a commendable job, I must give you a reward.

To reward whoever had done so well in completing the task, the Creator God looked towards the 10th Tower.

However,

What is it?

The 10th Tower was stopped.

Did it stop for a moment?

No…

Even with the 10th Tower stopped, the energy of Creation continued to flow in.

It’s not the 10th Tower?!

Then where is it?

The Creator God followed the energy of Creation,

Burp.

The Devourer of Destruction, digesting the energy of Destruction and emitting the energy of Creation, and

Hee hee hee! Squeak!

[Hee hee! Everyone, attack the butler!]

Pe… Fenrir?!

Kiki!

Ptooey! Ptooey!

Hey, can you spit the seeds on my palms instead of my face?

For some reason, he found Sejun raising Fenrir, the wolf hunting the 1st seat Apostle of Destruction, who had become the third Apostle of Creation.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, Fenrir was not the only Apostle of Destruction.

What is this guy?!

Where did this guy come from?

An existence that was not on his list of expectations.

What? Why is his ability like this?

His power seemed so small, it was hard to see how he could help.

I’m going to live comfortably like this in the future! I will never do anything difficult!

And there was a strange rebellious spirit.

But do you know anything about the Creator God who just built the towers and ran away?

Clearly, he had no respect at all.

It was understandable that he was not on the list of expectations.

No, the last one is not Park Sejun’s fault. It’s the fault of whoever spread those strange rumors.

I will definitely catch him and destroy him!

Yes?!

The benevolent voice of the Creator God suddenly turned fierce,

Why is he like this?

Amur, who was paying his respects, was startled.

Creator God? I think he ran away.

Just then, Amur remembered something. Dragons, important dragons, had asked him where the Creator God was.

At that time, he was so tired that he said it without realizing it in a fit of anger.

The Creator God probably doesn’t know?

Amur carefully looked at the temple where the Creator God was, thinking that he would not be caught.

‘But I wonder if Iona understood what I told her?’

He thought of Iona, whom he had met before coming here.

Apostles of Creation. Activate the Waypoint to the Land of Destruction.

Yes!

Yes!

Following the Creator God’s command, Emila and Amur went into the Temple. Inside, they saw a black crystal.

A Waypoint that could cross over to the Land of Destruction, ruled by Destruction.

If this Waypoint were to be taken by Destruction, Destruction would be able to come out freely.

That was why the Apostles of Destruction were so persistent in trying to take this place.

Thud. Thud.

As Emila and Amur raised the crystal and infused it with power,

Whirr.

The crystal began to absorb their power.

It will take a month.

It seems so.

Because it hadn’t been used in a long time, the Waypoint needed a lot of power and time to work again.

As Emila and Amur were pouring power into the black crystal,

Huh?

Huh?!

Then, the two Apostles saw something else on the crystal. There was a third place to put their hands. A place for another Apostle.

Creator God, why didn’t you call the third Apostle of Creation?

Emila asked the Creator God and

The Creator, a being of immense power, spoke slowly. “Hmm. About that one, I gave them a special task. Remember that.”

Emila, one of the Creator’s loyal followers, nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Amur, who used to be the newest member but wasn’t anymore, felt a little annoyed. *The youngest is missing? No greeting for us older ones?* he thought. *I’ll have to teach them some manners later.*

From somewhere else, a small, furry creature squeaked angrily. [Those Creator’s helpers are gone, and no hello to great Blackie?!] Blackie thought. [I will tell them off when I see them!]

Sunlight streamed through the high windows of the 99th floor of the White Tower, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The room was vast and white, filled with the quiet hum of magic. Les, the strong ogre and a teacher, turned his large, thoughtful eyes to Sejun. “It seems,” Les rumbled, his voice deep and resonant, “that some of the power you got back from eating those creatures has made your Fighting Spirit stronger.”

Sejun’s eyes widened, a spark of excitement lighting them up. “Oh! Really?” he exclaimed. *So, I can make my Fighting Spirit stronger like this!*

Les looked at Sejun with surprise. *Ogres are strong, but even for us, it’s hard to reach our full power. And food that makes you stronger is rare. I didn’t know Fighting Spirit could grow this way,* Les thought.

“Come find me when your Fighting Spirit gets stronger, when you feel like you’ve reached a new level. I will teach you how to make your body even stronger with it,” Les said.

“Okay,” Sejun said. “But how will I know when I reach a new level?”

Les paused, thinking. “…It’s hard to explain. You will just… feel it. It’s a feeling inside you. You’ll know when it happens.”

“Hmm. Okay, I understand,” Sejun replied.

Hearing Les’s words, Sejun ate the Locust dishes even more diligently, returning stats and raising his Fighting Spirit. A short while later, Sejun turned to Ajax, another ogre, and said, “Ajax, we’re leaving now.”

Sejun and his party, having finished their meat, headed to the magical gate to return home.

“Sejun hyung! Goodbye!” Ajax called out.

“Goodbye!”

“Yeah. Take care,” Sejun said.

They returned to the Black Tower’s 99th floor, seeing off Ajax and Les.

[You have arrived at the Black Tower’s 99th floor.]

As they returned home, Iona, a small hamster with bright eyes, rushed to greet Sejun and his friends. “Squeak squeak squeak! Sejun, welcome back!”

Theo, a large, fluffy bird, tilted his head. “Puhuhoot! Iona, just here for a nap?” he asked with a chuckle.

Iona’s voice was a little sad. “Squeak squeak squeak. No, Theo. I’m going away to train for a while. I wanted to see you one last time.”

Theo puffed out his chest proudly. “Puhuhoot! Then look as much as you want!”

Iona looked at Theo with love in her eyes. “Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! I have to go now. Goodbye, Theo! I’ll miss you!”

Theo handed Iona three heart-shaped fur clumps that he had made in his spare time.

Iona was deeply moved by Theo’s gift. I will become stronger. I will be someone Theo can be proud of! she thought fiercely.

Iona realized that she was no longer of great help to Theo in the silent battle against the encroaching White Mobius.

Just then, Amur, the second Apostle of Creation, said, “I may not know magic, but all truths are connected. Let me tell you a few things. It might be helpful.”

That’s why she decided to go away to train.

Iona looked at Theo with love in her eyes. “Squeak squeak squeak! Goodbye, Theo! I’ll miss you!” After saying her final farewell to Theo, Iona returned to the Black Tower.

Iona stood in a quiet place in the Black Tower. “Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! I will become powerful! Dimension Shield!” she cried out, using her magic to create a space for her training. Holding the heart-shaped fur clumps filled with Theo’s love, she began her training alone in an isolated dimension.

Yuren, a young man with a tired look, waited in the shadows on the 51st floor of the Black Tower. Piyot, a small, bird-like creature who was Yuren’s friend, flew ahead. “Tweet! Yuren, Chelli is coming!”

Piyot, who was chasing Chelli the squirrel, who was on the seventh line of Yuren’s blacklist, shouted towards Yuren, who was waiting in hiding. Yuren sighed. He was tired of being in the Black Tower and just wanted to go home. But first, he had to get back the money people owed him. Chelli the squirrel was the last one on his list – number seven, to be exact. Piyot had become good at helping him get his money back. He had gotten stronger training with Yuren.

Piyot was excited to help. “Tweet! She’s coming right to you!”

Chelli, a quick and sneaky squirrel, ran down the hallway. Yuren had been eating a banana earlier and carelessly tossed the peel aside. He often made small mistakes like that. Chelli saw Yuren and almost stopped, but then she darted past him. *Ha! He’s useless!* she thought.

Slip!

“Ack!” Chelli yelped as she slipped on something and tumbled to the ground. It was Yuren’s banana peel. Yuren blinked in surprise. Sometimes, his bad luck actually turned out to be good luck.

“Got her!” Piyot chirped excitedly. “She’s caught! Get your money back!” Piyot, who had been chasing behind, subdued Chelli, who was trying to escape again, and found a money pouch in her possession.

“Tweet! Yuren, check it!” He threw the money pouch to Yuren to check the amount.

Yuren counted the coins in the pouch. “Hmm,” he said, a little sadly. “It’s still not enough. 500 billion Tower Coins are missing.”

“Tweet tweet! Don’t worry! I know why! Chelli used that money to buy a building for her little brother!”

A short while later, Piyot sold the building’s land deed and handed half of it, 250 billion Tower Coins, to Yuren.

“Okay. Thanks,” Yuren said.

Swish.

“Uhehehe.”

Yuren, having received the money, crossed out the last name remaining on his blacklist. Finally, I can go home! Now, all that remained for Yuren was a triumphant return home.

“Let’s go to the 99th floor of the Tower first,” Yuren said.

“Yes!” Piyot replied.

The two ascended the Tower with light steps. However, Graaaah! The cry of a monster approaching from afar.

“I knew it wouldn’t be easy,” Piyot grumbled and prepared for battle.

And, Going home will be even harder than this, right? They were encountering so many monsters even now, so the journey to the Tower and then home was expected to be very difficult. I need Theo after all! Yuren decided that he absolutely had to go home with Theo.

Yuren encountered monsters 48 times while ascending to the 99th floor of the Tower that day. It was almost like encountering a monster on every floor.