Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 523

Sejun and his group were robbing Yuren’s fourth warehouse when…

“Puhu-hut. This is the last warehouse, meow!”

“Great. Let’s finish this quickly!”

Kkueng!

Piyot!

Full of spirit, they headed to the last remaining warehouse.

“Let’s just take everything!”

“Puhu-hut. I understand, meow!”

Kkueng!

Piyot!

Sejun, Theo, Kkueng, and Piyot, now complete warehouse-robbing experts, quickly emptied Yuren’s fifth warehouse.

Yuren was still in a state of depression.

While the warehouse robbers, except for Yuren, were diligently sweeping up the treasures of the treasure vault,

“Meow? What’s this weird thing?”

Theo carefully examined a square, black piece of wood that his paw was reluctant to touch.

[Amulet of Misfortune Swallowing]

The entire front of the palm-sized amulet was engraved with the character ‘厄’.

Scritch.

Scritch.

As if the amulet wanted to avoid Theo’s paw, it moved slightly in the opposite direction.

The two were not compatible.

However,

Thwack.

“Hey! Get back here, meow!”

It was impossible to escape from Theo’s paw.

“Chairman Park, I found something strange, meow!”

Theo picked up the amulet and brought it to Sejun.

“Something strange?”

Sejun took the amulet and examined it.

[Amulet of Misfortune Swallowing]

A divine artifact created by the God of Misfortune, Misfortune, who struck a 10,000-year-old jujube tree world tree branch with lightning and imbued it with her power.

It can swallow one small misfortune that befalls the wearer and prevent one great misfortune that approaches within 24 hours. (It cannot prevent enormous misfortunes.)

Activates once per day.

The more misfortune it swallows, the more the artifact’s power grows.

Usage Restriction: Those recognized as unfortunate by the God of Misfortune, Misfortune.

Creator: The God of Misfortune, Misfortune

Rank: ★★

“Oh! This is a divine artifact?”

Perhaps because it was a gift for Yuren, it was even appraised.

It can take away a little bad luck to stop something really bad from happening?!

‘Then it’s perfect for me!’

Because one big misfortune is one life for a sunfish.

While Sejun was happy holding the amulet,

[The God of Misfortune, Misfortune, does not recognize your misfortune, saying you are not unfortunate enough to use this divine artifact.]

“Huh?!”

The God of Misfortune, Misfortune, rejected Sejun, not knowing what a good opportunity it was.

Sejun was rejected by Misfortune.

“Can’t use it because I’m less unhappy? Then…”

It’s perfect for her.

He naturally looked at Yuren, who was making a tearful face in front of the treasure vault.

“Vice Chairman Theo, give this to Yuren.”

“I understand, meow!”

Theo, who received Sejun’s instructions, handed the Amulet of Misfortune Swallowing to Yuren,

[The God of Misfortune, Misfortune, shudders, saying she has never seen anyone so unfortunate.]

[The God of Misfortune, Misfortune, shouts, asking where you have been and wanting to be with you forever.]

Yuren became the owner of the divine artifact, receiving Misfortune’s enthusiastic welcome.

And then,

[The Amulet of Misfortune Swallowing swallows one small misfortune.]

[The Amulet of Misfortune Swallowing grows minutely.]

[It prevents one great misfortune that will occur within 24 hours.]

[It has prevented one great misfortune.]

The divine artifact immediately swallowed one of Yuren’s small misfortunes and prevented one of Yuren’s great misfortunes that would occur today.

Of course, a wave of misfortune continued to rush in behind the great misfortune that was prevented.

“Mom, Dad, I think I need to leave again.”

If I can make this amulet stronger…

Yuren left the Damon family with hope of controlling her misfortune.

If 10 years ago she was kicked out, this time it was a journey she was embarking on herself.

However,

“Yes. A man should see a wider world! Don’t worry about us and stay away for a long, long time.”

“Yuren, eat well and if you need pocket money, don’t bother coming. Be sure to contact me! I’ll send it right away.”

Yuren somehow felt like she was being kicked out like 10 years ago.

A secluded place in the Battle Shop headquarters.

“Hahaha! My divine artifact finally has an owner! I’ve never seen such an unfortunate fellow!”

“Everyone who avoided me because they thought my bad luck would rub off on them – they’ll be sorry now!”

A goddess with ash-colored hair, wearing rags and lying on the street without a home. The God of Misfortune, Misfortune, cheered.

Just as the darkness is darker in brighter places, there were some combat gods in the Battle Shop headquarters who were poorer than the non-combat gods.

The God of Misfortune, Misfortune, was one of them.

At that time,

[The Amulet of Misfortune Swallowing swallows one small misfortune and acquires 0.01 divine power.]

[The Amulet of Misfortune Swallowing prevents a great misfortune and acquires 0.5 divine power.]

“Yes! I got divine power!”

Misfortune cheered as she looked at the message.

Without knowing that if she had recognized Sejun as the owner of the divine artifact, she could have received achievement fees in exchange for eliminating Sejun’s misfortune and obtained dozens of times more divine power than this.

She was indeed the God of Misfortune.

[Arrived on the 99th floor of the Black Tower.]

Sejun registered the waypoint on the 86th floor of the Golden Tower and returned through the waypoint on the 99th floor of the Golden Tower.

It’s already night.

“Good job today, everyone. Sleep well.”

As soon as he arrived at the farm, he went home and slept.

Kuh-err.

Goro-rong.

As Sejun and his party fell asleep,

(Baet-baet. Good night, everyone.)

Baet-baet woke up.

And then,

Kee hee hee. Kking.

[Hee hee. Went.]

As Baet-baet went outside, Kkamangi ran out, picked up his 1% core fragment that he had hidden in the treasure vault, and returned.

It was a core made by combining what the Extinction Devourers had purified in the past, and it was the key material for the grand spell they had been preparing for.

Kkamangi’s family had been gathering in the mental world for meetings whenever they were bored.

Their main meeting topics were:

How can we make the butler stronger?

How can we live without worrying about the butler?

How can we make the butler not jealous of us?

Of course, they were all about Sejun.

And then,

If the butler is strong, everything will be solved!

The answer was one.

Everyone wanted to help Sejun become stronger. Theo, Ggueng, the Dragon Society, Aileen, the Creator God, and especially the Blackie Family all wanted to help.

It seemed like the whole universe wanted to help Sejun. But even with all this help, Sejun was still weak, like a tiny sunfish in a big ocean. People even called him “Sunfish” because he was so fragile.

Many powerful ways existed to make Sejun stronger. However, Sejun was too weak to use most of them safely.

But the Blackie Family didn’t give up. They thought very hard and for a long time. Finally, they found a safe way to make Sejun stronger.

“Let’s make a ‘core’ for our Butler too!” Blackie declared.

A “core” was a special organ that only divine beasts had. It was known to be very safe and powerful.

However, the problem was that Sejun wasn’t a divine beast.

But… “Hee hee! We’ll make him one anyway!”

“We have eight great divine beasts here,” Blackie thought. “So, there’s nothing to worry about!”

The Blackie Family planned to create a core in Sejun’s lower abdomen.

“Then, let’s start!” Blackie chirped. “Kkihihit. Kking!”

“[Hee hee. Butler, swallow this!]” Blackie quickly put a piece of core into Sejun’s mouth. Then, *patting his paws on Sejun’s stomach*, he ran to Sejun’s lower abdomen.

“Melt!” Blackie commanded. “Kkilook!” One of his subordinates, Kkilook, unleashed a wave of heat. *A shimmering, golden light flowed from Kkilook towards the piece of core in Sejun’s mouth, making it soften and glow.*

“Break it!” Blackie shouted next. “Kkak! Ppiyak! Mumu!” Three more subordinates, Kkak, Ppiyak, and Mumu, used their powers. *Sharp cracks appeared on the glowing core as beams of energy, like tiny hammers, struck it from all sides.* The core began to break apart. These seven subordinates, who stood around Sejun, were dismantling the core. Each was giving just 1% of their power, helping Blackie. They had practiced this many times in their *mental world* – a place for training their minds – so their movements were perfect.

As the core broke down, Blackie chirped, “Kking! [Gather!]” *He focused his own energy, and the fragments of the core, now glowing dust, floated towards Sejun’s stomach.*

“Kking! [Go!]” Blackie commanded again. *He pushed the glowing dust into Sejun’s lower abdomen.*

Inside Sejun, the core energy became a tiny, invisible ball. Blackie started to roll this ball, very gently. *As he rolled it, the ball absorbed more energy from the surroundings, slowly growing bigger.*

When the ball was a little larger, Blackie used his own *stats* – his inner power – to “Compress!” *Invisible pressure squeezed the ball from all sides, making it smaller and more stable.* Blackie had given some of his stats to his subordinates to help with this process. He kept rolling and compressing the energy ball, again and again, dozens of times.

*With a soft *plop*, Blackie collapsed onto the ground, completely worn out.* Kkilorong, Eomrorong, Kkilurung – the other Blackie Family members made tired sounds as they slumped down beside him. They were utterly exhausted and fell fast asleep.

“Oof!” Sejun woke up, full of energy, just like every morning. ···?! But something felt different today. His stomach felt heavy and strange. *He wondered if he needed to use the toilet.* Sejun rubbed his stomach and looked around.

[Acquired ] A message appeared.

“Sunfish Core?” Sejun muttered. “Who named it that?! When I find out who it was, I’ll make them pay!” Sejun checked the details of the authority, determined to punish whoever named it ‘Sunfish Core’.

This is a core that Blackie Park and his seven subordinates devised for the Black Tower’s top farmer, Park Sejun.

Butler! Become stronger! All stat potential +3000 All stat potential +30 every day (maximum 50,000) Butler! Don’t die! Health +500% Butler! Never die! You can convert all stats into health stats for 1 minute.

The authority was amazing. It instantly increased all stat potential by 3000, and an additional 30 every day. There was a limit of 50,000, but it was a number far away for Sejun. Plus, health +500% and the ability to convert all stats into health for 1 minute.

“But Blackie was the culprit.”

How dare that Sunfish think of me as a sunfish?! Sejun’s heart became complicated after checking the authority.

He had to punish Blackie for calling him a sunfish… But as he read the explanation, he felt like he knew how much Blackie cared about him, and his heart softened. Should I let it go this time?

Kkilorong. Sejun gently stroked Blackie’s belly. Blackie was sleeping soundly, stretched out on his stomach.

Then,

Kkihihit.

Blackie smiled pleasantly at Sejun’s touch.

Heh heh heh. Cute.

Thanks to that, Sejun, who had a smile on his face without realizing it, forgot what he was thinking.

However, suddenly, Kkihihit. Kking?! Kking?! Blackie woke up! [Hee hee! Butler! Butler! Did you see the Sunfish Core I made?!] Blackie chirped excitedly. [Is it good? Is it strong?] Kkihihit. Kking! [Hee hee! Now even *you* can be strong, Butler, with the Sunfish Core!] Kkihihit. Kking! [And I’ll make it even *better* later!] Blackie, now fully awake, ran circles around Sejun, explaining the Sunfish Core with great excitement.

“That Sunfish! Still calling me a sunfish!” Sejun thought, getting annoyed again. “I can’t take it anymore!” *He couldn’t help but laugh and then… Pffft!* Sejun finally “punished” Blackie with a playful butt fart.

And then, “Puhuut. Hey Sejun, I want a butt fart too, nyaang!” Ggueng said. Ggueng and Theo, who were standing nearby, held out their bellies, waiting for their turn.

“Pffft!”

“Puhuut.”

“Pffft!”

Gguhehehe.

“Pffft!”

Kkihihit.

Sejun had to give butt farts to all three of them until he felt dizzy before he could finally go eat breakfast.

After breakfast, as Sejun walked by, one of the dragons asked, “Huh?! Sejun, what’s that new smell?” Another dragon sniffed the air. “Huh?! It’s like… a divine beast’s core?” A third dragon added, “And there’s another energy too! Isn’t that the *fighting spirit* that ogres use?”

“Dehahaha!” the first dragon chuckled. “Our Sejun is becoming more and more of a *mixed breed*!” The dragons of the Four Dragon Society started to tease Sejun, listing all the things he was made of: “dragon bones, divine blood, and now even a divine beast’s core!”

“I’m not a *mixed breed*, I’m a *hybrid*!” Sejun argued. “And hybrids are healthier anyway!” Sejun started to explain to the dragons why hybrids were better. *He wanted to be ready to explain it to his future son, Park Sejun II, someday.*