Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 571

Destruction was trapped inside the Black Moon. His red eyes looked around quickly. He used his four black fingers to force the Black Moon wider so he could see outside.

He roared,

“What have you lot done?!”

It’s not surprising Destruction was so angry. He only had two helpers left, plus one ogre and two turtles who could destroy planets. That wasn’t many!

“I’ll kill you!”

Rage took over Destruction’s mind. He shoved his hand into the Black Moon, reaching for Jormungandr and Hydra.

He wanted to grab and kill them.

However, the Black Moon was already stretched wide and wouldn’t open further. Also, Destruction’s arm was too big to fit easily.

“Aargh! I’ll kill you!”

Destruction was out of control, trying to force his arm through the Black Moon.

Jormungandr and Hydra were trembling. They couldn’t think of escaping.

Now they understood why prey often couldn’t run away. They were too scared and powerless.

Destruction’s huge, ugly black hand came closer to Jormungandr and Hydra. They waited for what would happen.

The hand stopped just five meters away.

It couldn’t go any further. The Black Moon had its limits.

Jormungandr and Hydra were saved by those five meters.

Destruction pulled his arm back.

“This is your last chance,” he said, his voice calmer now. He moved away from the Black Moon, and it closed.

“Phew. We’re alive,” Hydra said, relieved.

Then, Jormungandr bit down on five of Hydra’s heads!

“Jormungandr… Sir?” Hydra’s other four heads stared in shock.

“Hydra, I’m sorry. I have to save myself,” Jormungandr said.

“You…!”

Jormungandr opened his mouth wider and swallowed the rest of Hydra’s heads as they struggled.

Jormungandr was a serpent who could eat worlds. He had the power of ‘Infinite Appetite.’ He could eat anything and gain its power.

He also had the skill >Kin Consumption>, which made him five times stronger when he ate allies.

He hadn’t eaten his friends before because he was afraid of getting in trouble with the others or with Destruction. But now, he didn’t care.

A moment later, Jormungandr swallowed Hydra completely.

“I should have done this sooner,” he said.

Jormungandr flicked his tongue, feeling Hydra’s power flowing through him. He was happy.

“Just you wait. I’ll finish this,” he grinned at the Level 10 world that the Creator God had given him as bait.

Meanwhile, far away in the Brown Tower…

Ganesa was excited. “Hee hee hee! Let’s go back to the treasure vault, nya!”

“Yes!” Theo said.

Ganesa eagerly led the way. He was scared of Theo, thinking, That yellow devil is too smart. He probably planned everything, even my escape.

As they got close to the Brown Devil Gang’s hideout, they heard a loud roar.

“Where is he?! Catch that thieving cat!” Lugal, the boss of the Brown Devil Gang, was very angry because the treasure vault had been robbed. He was yelling at his men.

“Nya?! Are you calling me, Vice-Chairman Te, right-hand man of the great Chairman Hydreed Park, a cat?! Are you disrespecting our Chairman Park, nya?!” Ganesa shouted.

Theo, annoyed by something, hit Lugal on the head, knocking him out.

While Lugal was unconscious, Sejun said, “Kkuenga, let’s gather the treasure.”

Kkuengi replied, “Understood!”

Kkuengi used his powers to move the treasures from the vault into the subspace warehouse.

Sejun asked Ganesa, “Is it okay to use the word ‘Brown’ here in the Brown Tower?” He was curious because he knew that great dragons were very sensitive about having words like ‘Black’ or ‘White’ in their names.

“Ah. That’s…” Ganesa began to explain.

A thousand years ago, a great Brown Dragon joined a group called the Fiery Warriors just for fun. He enjoyed their games so much that when he left, he told them who he really was and gave them the honor of using the word ‘Brown’ five times.

So, the Fiery Brown Warriors were created. They thought the honor from the great Brown Dragon was too special to waste, so they didn’t use the other four chances for 900 years.

But after the original leader died, his son Lecreon took over and ruined the group. Lecreon got rid of anyone who disagreed with him and filled the group with his own people.

By the time the original members realized what was happening, it was too late. Lecreon controlled everything. He created smaller groups like the Brown Assassins, the Brown Devil Gang, and the Brown Outlaws and made them earn money for him.

These groups used their ‘Brown’ name to scare people and get money.

Sejun asked, “So, when did they use the last one?”

Ganesa explained that the ‘Brown’ name had only been used four times so far. “They sold the last ‘Brown’ to the Brown Hyena tribe, who are now called the Brown Hyena Clan, for a lot of money.”

“I see. But how do you know so much about this, Ganesa?” Sejun asked.

Ganesa said, “Actually, my father was the vice-leader of the Fiery Brown Warriors, but he died because of Lecreon. So, I want to get revenge.”

Ganesa had joined the Brown Outlaws to find proof that his father was innocent.

“But are you sure you’ll be okay?” Ganesa asked Sejun, worried about the future. He knew that even the yellow devil couldn’t beat a great dragon.

“About what?” Sejun asked.

Ganesa looked worried and asked, “Don’t you know what it means to use the word ‘Brown’ in the tower?”

Sejun looked confused and asked, “What… does it mean a dragon might get angry if we bother them?”

“Yes. You will make the great Brown Dragon angry,” Ganesa said.

“Really?” Sejun thought, So, they have a Brown Dragon behind them? But they messed with me?

“Hee hee hee.”

Sejun was pleased with Ganes’s response.

‘Should I ask for some scales and claws as compensation?’

This situation gave Sejun a good reason to act.

‘Those with the ‘Brown’ title, given by the Great Brown Dragon, dared to provoke me!’

Reporting this to the Four Dragon Society would solve the problem.

However,

“I’m a capable adult. I should handle this myself, calmly and peacefully.”

Sejun decided to solve this problem on his own first.

“Oric, come here.”

He called Oric, the top farmer of the Brown Tower.

A moment later,

“Heh heh heh. Did you call for me, Sejun?”

Oric, the Red Goblin, came running with a sly laugh.

“Oric, tell Grave that I had a dispute with the Hot Brown Warriors. I want to know how he will compensate me.”

“What?! The ‘Hot Brown Warriors’ dared to provoke you, Sejun?!”

Heh heh heh. This is good.

Oric grinned slyly at Sejun’s words.

Grave Renma, the leader of the Great Brown Dragon, was already angry with the Hot Brown Warriors.

Grave’s son had given the Hot Warriors the right to use the ‘Brown’ title.

Even when Rekron caused trouble in the Tower, Grave couldn’t interfere because of the ‘Brown’ title his son had given them.

It was a Great Dragon’s promise, and he couldn’t break it easily.

But what if the ‘Hot Brown Warriors’ provoked someone with the bones of a Great Dragon?

Sejun now had the right to decide what would happen to the ‘Hot Brown Warriors.’

When Oric reported to Grave what Sejun had said,

“The Great Brown Dragon Grave says he will send 5,000 scales and 100kg of claws as compensation. He also said you can do whatever you want with the Hot Brown Warriors.”

Grave’s judgment had been passed.

“Hee hee hee. Is that so? Oric, then go and capture the leader of the Hot Brown Warriors.”

“Heh heh heh. Yes! I will bring him to you quickly!”

Oric added his own desires to Sejun’s orders. Oric had a lot of anger towards Rekron.

“Alright.”

Sejun ignored Oric’s wishes.

“Heh heh heh.”

As Oric laughed slyly and left, following Sejun’s instructions,

‘What in the world is going on?’

Ganes, who had been watching, was confused.

With a few words from Sejun, the Great Brown Dragon offered scales and claws, and the Hot Brown Warriors were in trouble.

‘He’s a devil. A black devil.’

Ganes trembled with fear as he looked at Sejun.

“Ganes, where is a good place to do business on the 34th floor of the Tower?”

Sejun asked Ganes for information about the 34th floor. Treasure was good, but he needed to do business to keep making money.

“Well… there’s a village called ‘Wegil’ to the west. It’s the most active place for business on the 34th floor.”

“Wegil Village.”

Sejun repeated the village name to remember it.

“Ah. When you go to Wegil Village, be careful not to cross the red-floored areas. They are quicksand, so go around them.”

Ganes warned him about the quicksand.

At that moment,

Twitch.

“Nya?!”

Theo, who was on Sejun’s lap, suddenly perked up his ears.

“Ganes, say it again, Nya!”

Theo urged Ganes, sensing something.

“Yes?! Again? Uh. So… when you go to Wegil Village, the quicksand…”

Ganes repeated what he had said.

Twitch.

This time, Theo’s ears perked up again.

And

“Puhu! It’s a feeling similar to the pull, Nya!”

Theo realized what was happening.

A new twitch radar that reacted to hints of the pull had been created, based on the information Theo heard.

“Puhu! Chairman Park, we have to go to the quicksand, Nya!”

“Quicksand?”

Twitch.

“That’s right, Nya! My ears are reacting every time I hear the word quicksand, Nya!”

“Alright.”

Sejun trusted Theo completely.

‘No. I don’t believe the part about my face looking rotten!’

Sejun believed almost everything else.

After looting the treasure warehouse and the small treasure warehouse that Ganes had told him about, they moved towards Wegil Village, where the quicksand was.

“These must be the red floors Ganes warned us about,” Sejun said, his eyes scanning the area. Patches of ground, large and small, were a strange, unsettling red, like dried blood. He picked up a rock, feeling a slight unease. “Let’s see…”

*Whoosh.*

He tossed the stone onto a red patch. It landed with a soft *thud*, then slowly, with a wet *sluuurp* sound, began to sink into the red earth. The surface seemed to ripple like thick soup.

“Definitely quicksand,” Sejun murmured, a shiver running down his spine.

Just then, Theo, perched on his shoulder, suddenly exclaimed, “Puhu! Chairman Park, my paw! It’s being pulled! Meow!” Theo’s tiny paw, which had been resting on Sejun’s collar, was indeed being gently tugged downwards, as if by an invisible hand.

A moment later, the ground trembled.

*Kkueng!*

[Daddy, I found something!] Kkueng’s voice boomed in their minds.

*Thud!*

With a mighty heave of his huge forepaw, Kkueng scooped away the red quicksand, revealing a gray stele standing upright beneath. It was ancient and weathered, covered in strange symbols, and seemed to hum with a silent power.

[Stele of the Creator God.]

The Stele of the Creator God, buried in the Brown Tower, had finally been found.

“Kkueng, thank you for finding the stele! Vice Chairman Theo, thank you for figuring out this place!”

“Puhu! I know, Nya! I worked hard, Nya!”

Kkueng!

As Sejun praised Theo and Kkueng,

“Kking?!”

[Butler! What about me?!] Kkamangi barked loudly, wanting attention!

“Alright. Kkamangi is also pretty for eating and sleeping well.”

Sejun praised Kkamangi for eating and sleeping well.

Kkihihit.

Kkamangi was very happy.

And

Kkihihit. Kking?! Kking!

[Hehe. Kids, did you hear what the butler said?! From now on, eat and sleep even better!]

“Yes!”

Kkiluk!

Shararang!

The Kkamangi family decided to become even lazier.