Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 617

Sunlight streamed into the 99th floor of the Black Tower, painting the room in golden light.

Sejun chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I’m rich! Really rich!”

Wide awake and full of energy, Sejun grinned, the memory of yesterday’s rewards from Tia still fresh in his mind.

The sheer amount of rewards – mountains of Tower Coins, precious Dragon Blood, scales, and claws – made his heart swell with satisfaction. He was set for life!

He jumped out of bed, full of energy. “Alright! Time to get to work!”

Thanks to this, Sejun got up more energetically than usual.

“‘Meow?’ Theo yawned, stretching on his bed. ‘Whimper…’ Kamong whimpered softly from his sling bag.”

His daily routine began with a peaceful stroll around his farm, checking on his crops.

Sejun watched Sejun No. 3 tirelessly swinging his sword. *Doesn’t he ever get tired?* Sejun thought, as he strolled through the farm.

Despite all the practice, Sejun No. 3’s swordsmanship remained stubbornly clumsy. Sejun sighed, a pang of sympathy for his clone hitting him. He knew what it was like to lack natural talent.

Suddenly, Kooeng bounded towards him, tail wagging excitedly, having just woken up.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Sejun chuckled, scooping up Kooeng who immediately snuggled close. He carried the little creature to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Theo puffed out his chest, “Puhuhut. Chairman Park, I’m off to make us a fortune, meow!” Kooeng barked happily, [Kooeng will find lots of herbs too, yo!]

He then teleported to the 10th Tower to plant the Seeds of the Pioneer of Destruction and the Seeds of the Devourer of Destruction, which he had been saving up.

Kamong popped his head out of the sling bag, [Hehe! The amazing Captain Kamong is here!] He then launched into a loud story for his imaginary crew, [Have you ever tried green onions? They are FIRE! But guess who ate FIVE of them? This guy!]

Just as Sejun finished planting the seeds, a wave of energy washed over him. Dilia’s body vanished, and Sejun felt a surge of power coursing through him. Messages flashed in his mind, confirming he had leveled up – not just once, but four times in quick succession!

Sejun grinned, checking his stats. ‘He he he. Excellent. Level 166 already.’ He was getting stronger every day.

He knew there were only two Apostles of Destruction left to deal with: the Kraken on the 2nd floor and the Leviathan on the 3rd.

“Kamong,” Sejun said, “I need to head to the 3rd floor for a moment. I need to move the Leviathan’s body down to the first floor.”

With a grunt, Sejun quickly ate a bean set to boost his strength. Using his amplified power, he heaved the massive Leviathan’s body into his special storage space.

Kamong, peeking out from the sling bag, cheered him on, [Whimper! Whimper! Go, Butler! You’re doing great!]

Kamong boldly asked for something to eat.

“Hey. Why did you come if you’re just going to chatter like that?”

Sejun gave Kamong Pizan and slipped a piece of dried sweet potato into his mouth.

While Kamong was enjoying the dried sweet potato, Sejun moved Leviathan’s body to the 1st floor.

Sejun planted the remaining seeds again.

27th floor of the Red Tower.

Theo puffed out his chest importantly. ‘Puhuhut. Let the auction begin, meow!’ He announced to the gathered merchants and Grima hunters on the 27th floor of the Red Tower.

Beetle-like creatures the size of fists cheered.

These were Grima hunters, insect-like people from the world of Grima, known for their unique fighting style.

The hunters cheered, excited by Theo’s words. Chestnuts were incredibly popular among Grima hunters right now. They were light, hard, and perfect to use as projectiles in their battles.

Theo earned a lot of money from the Grima hunters again today.

Following that, he swept up the merchants’ money with Sejun’s other agricultural products.

When Theo was about to take out a treat from his pouch with a bright expression,

“Ahem. Hello. Black Tower Merchant, Mr. Park Theo, I am Brings, the Red Tower Merchant.”

Brings, a flame leopard with beautiful yellow spots on its luxurious, flame-red fur, spoke to Theo in a polite voice.

Theo, misunderstanding Brings’ polite approach, puffed up with pride. *The Red Tower Merchant himself? Sejun Company’s fame must be spreading!* he thought happily. ‘Puhuhut. Brings, what brings you here, meow? Are you interested in joining Sejun Company as a subordinate of Vice Chairman Te?’

Brings’ eyebrows furrowed slightly in surprise.

But he tried not to show it as much as possible. He shouldn’t give the other person a reason.

Black Tower Merchant, Park Theo.

Another name is Slave Hunter.

There was no one who dared to challenge Theo and not get a slave stamp.

Besides, Brings had to be even more careful because he didn’t come with good intentions.

“Kehehehe. That can’t be. There are still many things I want to try on my own.”

Brings smiled leisurely and shook his head.

“Meow?! Well, what is it then?” Theo tilted his head, his whiskers twitching with a hint of disappointment.

Bringes wrung his hands, his voice low. “I came because… well, I’m worried. You’re taking a lot of money from the Red Tower, Theo. If you take too much, the great Red Dragon might get angry.”

Bringes tried to look concerned, his brow furrowed. But really, he was just annoyed that Theo was taking so much of the Red Tower’s cash. *It’s not right,* Bringes thought, clenching his jaw.

However, Bringes hadn’t thought about something.

“Meow?! Would Lamter really get angry over something like this? Is Lamter angry?!”

“Huh? Who is Lamter…?”

Theo could talk directly to Lamter.

[The Red Tower Administrator asks why he would be angry.]

“Meow? If Vice Chairman Tae takes a lot of money from the Red Tower, Lamter won’t get angry?”

[The Red Tower Administrator says that since it’s all going to Sejun anyway, why would he be angry about taking some money.]

[The Red Tower Administrator tells him to ask for anything he needs.]

On top of that,

“Hehe. Lamter, then Vice Chairman Tae wants to stamp the Red Tower merchants!”

He was also Sejun’s right-hand man, able to ask even the great dragons for things without hesitating.

[The Red Tower Administrator tells him to stamp as he pleases.]

“Hehe. Bringes, Lamter has given permission to stamp! Come here and get the stamp, meow!”

“Huh?!”

*What is going on?* Bringes wondered.

[The Red Tower Administrator tells him to quickly receive Theo’s stamp.]

It was the first time in his life he had received a message from the Red Tower Administrator.

Normally, he would have considered it a great honor for his family, but not today.

“Yes…”

Bringes sadly showed his backside, giving up. Living in the Red Tower, he couldn’t disobey the orders of the great Red Dragon.

And then,

“Hehe.”

System impeachment vote added, meow!

Stomp.

Theo smiled brightly and stamped Bringes’s backside.

As Sejun walked through the portal,

Wiggle. Wiggle.

The 15 drops of Tears of Destruction that had been still transformed into Sejun’s appearance.

“Hello, everyone.”

Sejun greeted the 15 Destruction Sejuns.

Meanwhile,

Ptooey, ptooey.

Ptooey, ptooey.

The Destruction Devourers, ready to spit out seeds, spat the seeds into the hands of the Destruction Sejuns.

Plop. Plop.

The 15 Destruction Sejuns took the seeds and began planting them.

And then,

“So, you’ve gathered them here.”

Sejun collected the 10 immature Tears of the Creator that the 10 Destruction Sejuns who had disappeared had left behind.

“Here you go.”

Sejun immediately sent the collected tears to Emila.

[You have completed the quest 10 times.]

[You have acquired 50 drops of the Elixir of Great Growth as a quest completion reward.]

He received a glass bottle about half-filled with a faintly reddish liquid.

Two drops each to Theo, Kkuengi, Batbat, and the Blackie family…

And 20 drops for me.

Hehe. The 2 at the beginning is the same, so…

“Very fair.”

Sejun said, feeling a little guilty.

Gulp.

He swallowed 20 drops of the Elixir of Great Growth.

[You have consumed 20 drops of the Elixir of Great Growth.]

[You have gained 200 million experience.]

[Your lowest stat, Agility, increases by 2000.]

[Farmer’s Warm Touch Lv. 8 proficiency increases.]

The skill proficiency increased 20 times, but sadly, no skills leveled up.

“Shall we start working then?”

Sejun planted the Destruction Devourer seeds with the Destruction Sejuns.

Kkihihit. Squeak!

[Hehe. Everyone, yesterday Captain Blackie ate something called green onion, and it was super spicy!]

Blackie gathered the Destruction Devourers and boasted again about eating green onion.

Squeak!

[But Captain Blackie ate 5 green onions at once!]

Thinking that eating 5 green onions separately wasn’t impressive enough, he exaggerated, saying he ate 5 green onions at once.

Black Tower 99th floor, west herb field.

Kooerng!

Wham!

Pinky was pulling out jagged rocks and gnarled tree roots that were in the way of Kkuengi’s herb field and smashing them into powder with his front paws.

At that moment,

Grumble. Grumble.

Lunch alarms rang at the same time from Kkuengi and Pinky’s stomachs.

Kkueng!

[Mom, it’s lunchtime!]

Kkuengi, who was taking care of the herb field, rushed to Pinky and began taking out the lunch Sejun had packed.

Kkuhehehe. Kkueng!

[Hehe. Mom, I’m going to eat deliciously!]

Kkuengi sat between Pinky’s legs and began eating, and Pinky shielded Kkuengi’s head with his body, providing shade while eating Sejun’s food.

At that moment,

…?

A strand of black hair on Kkuengi’s head caught Pinky’s eye.

Seeing it, Pinky became very sad.

*Is it really time to let him go?* Pinky wondered.

Pinky quietly prepared himself.

Kkuhehehe. Kkueng!

[Hehe. Dad’s cooking is the best!]

Unaware of Pinky’s feelings, Kkuengi happily ate lunch.

Seeing Kkuengi mention Sejun, Pinky felt a brief moment of jealousy, but

*It’s not Sejun’s fault. Like nature, it’s just time to let Kkuengi go.*

He quietly calmed his mind.

He thought it would be okay.

But

-Hehe. What time? Are you just going to let Sejun take your son Kkuengi away?

As the creepy voice spoke, Pinky’s heart was shaken like a leaf in a storm.

*He’s not being taken away! Just like everything has an end, it’s just time to let Kkuengi go.*

Pinky regained his composure again.

But that was just an excuse, not his true feelings, so even as he spoke, he hurt his own heart.

-Can you really let Kkuengi go that easily? Ah. It’s not like Kkuengi is your real son, is it?

The voice sneered, digging even deeper into the wound.

*No! I’ve never thought that Kkuengi wasn’t my son!*

Pinky desperately denied the voice’s words. Pinky’s eyes began to turn slightly red.

-Hehe. Is that really so? If you really think of Kkuengi as your own child, why are you trying to give up on Kkuengi? You must…

Kooerng-!

[That’s not true-!]

Pinky, who had lost his reason because of the voice, roared. Pinky’s eyes had turned as red as hot coals.

And then,

Kkueng?

A strand of Kkuengi’s hair, which had been burned black while playing with fire, flew away in the wind and disappeared.