Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 630

The Black Tower Kitchen was already bustling with activity, even before the sun had fully risen. A cheerful humming filled the air, mixing with the sizzle of cooking food.

“Hum hum hum,” Sejun sang softly, his hands busy soaking dark, leafy seaweed in a large bowl. “Soaking the leech seaweed, nice and soft…”

Beside him, Batbat, a small, furry creature, flitted about, stirring a pan with tiny paws. “Bat-bat! Stir-frying slime meat and garlic! Don’t forget the sesame oil!” Batbat chirped, adding a splash of fragrant oil to the pan.

Sejun chuckled, continuing his song as he prepared the morning meal – seaweed soup. “This seaweed is the best Gijang seaweed,” he announced with a playful grin.

Batbat tilted its head, considering this. “Bat-bat! But *we’re* leech seaweed!” it pointed out, as if making a profound observation.

Sejun often made odd jokes like this, but Batbat always seemed to understand, or at least, enjoy them.

Sejun was cooking seaweed soup early in the morning to help the dragons recover quickly after donating blood.

That way, they’ll donate blood more often. Hehehe.

While Sejun was singing and cooking seaweed soup with Batbat,

Teo, Sejun’s clingy companion, was clinging to Sejun’s knee, fast asleep.

And the Blackie Family was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep, taking up the entire space.

A short while later.

“All done.”

When the large pot was filled with milky broth seaweed soup,

Sejun began to replicate the seaweed soup with the ingredients he had used to make it.

Thanks to this, hundreds of giant pots worth of seaweed soup were created in an instant.

“Aileen, from today on, give a bowl of seaweed soup to the dragons who have given us their blood and scales.”

He sent the seaweed soup to Aileen.

[The Tower Administrator says they understand.]

[The Tower Administrator asks in a cautious voice if they can have some too.]

“Of course! Ah, wait a moment.”

For our Aileen, I’ll make it with lots of love and plenty of meat!

Sejun hurriedly made seaweed soup with lots of meat and sent it to Aileen.

After sending all the seaweed soup,

“Oh? The sun’s coming up now.”

The day was dawning.

“Bat-bat. Sejun, I’m going to sleep now. Let’s make another song next time,” Batbat yawned widely and suggested making another song next time.

It seemed that Batbat had fun making and singing songs with Sejun today.

“Okay. Next time, let’s make our Napa Cabbage Soup Song.”

“Bat-bat. Yes!”

“Batbat, sleep well.”

“Batbat. Yes!”

As soon as Batbat climbed onto Sejun’s shoulder,

Batbat immediately fell asleep, snoring.

Perhaps because they resembled Sejun, the entire Sejun Family fell asleep as soon as their heads hit something.

As Batbat fell asleep,

Sejun strolled around the farm as usual.

“He’s still swinging diligently.”

Sejun said, watching Sejun No. 3 swinging his sword diligently today as well.

Sejun No. 3 had only two days left to live.

He felt a strange sense of pity.

“Okay. Swing to your heart’s content.”

Sejun watched Sejun No. 3 for a while before walking again.

Soon, Pink Fur arrived, bringing Kkuengee with him.

A short while later.

“Then, shall we go? Gate Summon.”

Sejun, having eaten breakfast, went to the 10th Tower with his companions.

[Heehee. Everyone, the great Captain Blackie has arrived!]

While Blackie was announcing his appearance to his subordinates,

Sejun opened the subspace warehouse.

Then, the blue energy of creation was sucked into the subspace warehouse.

To be precise, it was sucked into the Stone Tablet of Creation in the subspace warehouse.

Sejun had put the Stone Tablet of the God of Creation in the subspace warehouse to pay the price comfortably.

While the Stone Tablet of the God of Creation was absorbing the energy of creation that had spread around it,

[You are a field (Master) is activated.]

[You have planted a seed of the Pioneer of Destruction in the body of Leviathan, the Serpent who calls the 12 Seats of the Apostle of Destruction.]

Sejun planted the seed.

[Heehee. Yesterday, the great Captain Blackie secretly took a piece of dried sweet potato from the lunch box without the butler knowing!]

Blackie was boasting to his subordinates about his heroic deed from yesterday. In the end, Blackie had sneaked a snack from the lunch box.

Blackie was boasting about a very trivial thing as if it were a great accomplishment.

The response from his subordinates was very enthusiastic.

The subordinates were looking at Blackie with envious eyes, listening intently so as not to miss a single word.

After finishing his work at the 10th Tower, Sejun returned to the Black Tower with his companions, had lunch, and took a break.

And

“Guys, come in a little later.”

“Understood, meow!”

Leaving his companions behind, Sejun first entered the dimensional gate connected to Jormungandr’s disguise.

Then,

Tears of Destruction transforming into Destruction Sejuns.

“How many are there this time?”

This time, there were so many that it was difficult to count at a glance. Thanks to Fire Spirit luring many Tears of Destruction.

“One, two···”

Sejun began to count the number of Destruction Sejuns.

“Ninety-eight. End.”

The number stopped at the last one, 98.

A whopping 98 Destruction Sejuns.

“Alright. Go and harvest those.”

Sejun lured those Destruction Sejuns well and had them harvest the crops he had planted.

At that moment,

“Chairman Park, I missed you, meow!”

Teo, Kkuengee, and Blackie ran over and hugged Sejun.

“Meow?! There are too many rotten Chairman Parks, meow!”

“Dizzy, meow!”

Teo belatedly discovered nearly 100 Destruction Sejuns.

He made a big decision.

It’s time to fix the original, meow!

He decided to spend money to fix Sejun’s face once again.

He had been earning a lot of money lately, so he thought he could upgrade Sejun’s face by burning all the money he had.

To a less rotten face.

However,

“Meow?! Where did all the money go, meow?!”

Sejun had given all the money he had put in the subspace warehouse to the Stone Tablet of the God of Creation, fearing that Teo would burn it all up again.

“Meow···”

Teo was disappointed and, for now, burned the small change (?) of 100 billion Tower Coins that he had, and stepped on Sejun’s face with his golden paws.

“Not enough, meow···”

It was not enough to satisfy Teo.

Leaving Teo to knead his face,

“Thank you.”

Sejun took the 20 drops of immature Tears of the God of Creation that had been created when the previous 20 Destruction Sejuns disappeared.

And

“Here you go.”

He immediately sent them to Emila, the first Apostle of the God of Creation, and obtained 100 drops of the Potion of Great Growth.

“If it’s a hundred drops··· I can do four drops for each of them today.”

Four drops for the kids, 40 drops for me.

“Guys, open your mouths.”

Sejun fed the Potion of Great Growth to his companions with appeasement and force today as well, and

He ate the remaining 40 drops.

[You have consumed 40 drops of the Potion of Great Growth]

[You have gained 400 million experience.]

Messages popped up in front of Sejun. “Yes!” he thought, a smile spreading across his face. “My agility went up a lot!” More messages followed, telling him his farming skills were also improving. He felt happy that his hard work was paying off.

“Now, time to work,” Sejun said.

As Sejun focused on planting, he felt the power of ‘You are the Field (Master)’ skill activate. He knew the Seed of Devouring Destruction was now inside Jormungandr, the huge World-Swallowing Serpent.

He planted the Seed of Devouring Destruction.

This time, he didn’t open the subspace warehouse.

The air around Jormungandr’s body felt heavy with destruction. Sejun knew that without his own aura of creation to protect him, this place was dangerous.

As Sejun was diligently planting seeds,

Plop.

“Huh?!” Sejun exclaimed.

Suddenly, the floor Sejun was standing on collapsed.

Jormungandr’s life force was dwindling, weakening the body’s durability, and unfortunately, the spot Sejun stepped on was weak and broke.

Kkueng!

Fortunately, Kkueng used psychokinesis to catch Sejun as he fell, preventing him from falling further down, but

“Huh?!” Sejun exclaimed again.

Sejun’s body was already outside Jormungandr’s body.

“Wow,” Sejun whispered, his eyes wide. “So, *that’s* the Black Tower…”

For the first time, Sejun could see the majestic appearance of the Black Tower from outside the tower. And the other towers as well.

From where he stood, it looked like nine towers circled something in the distance, and the tenth tower, the one near him, seemed to be part of the same group.

In fact, although Sejun didn’t realize it, the distance between Sejun and the towers was incredibly far, over 1 light-year.

In other words, the actual size of the towers was much more enormous.

“Ah. That’s the Black Moon,” Sejun murmured.

He could also see the Black Moon in the center of destruction.

It was definitely the same black color as the Black Tower, but the atmosphere felt so different that it felt like a different color.

Sejun remembered that Bulkkot, his plant friend, had quickly moved away when he entered Jormungandr’s body, sensing the dangerous power here.

“Was there no end to it?” Sejun wondered, looking up.

“Huh?!”

Thump.

A part of the giant Jormungandr’s body was visible.

It was so huge, he couldn’t see it all at once, no matter how much he looked.

“Kkueng, let’s move back a bit to see it better,” Sejun said.

Kkueng!

[Understood!]

At Sejun’s words, Kkueng moved to a position where he could see Jormungandr’s body well.

And only after moving several tens of kilometers could Sejun capture the pure white and giant snake in his eyes.

“Wow,” Sejun breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… unbelievably huge.” He stared at Jormungandr’s body, a pure white mountain range of scales stretching across the horizon. It was far bigger than anything he had ever imagined. He remembered seeing Kkabul-Tto’s true form in his mind, but this… this was a different kind of awe. It was breathtaking, and a little bit frightening.

*Squeak…* [I’m actually bigger than *that*, you know…] Kkamangi grumbled, a hint of envy in his voice.

*Squawk!* [If only I had my real body here!] Kkaruru added sadly. They both wished they could show Sejun their own immense forms and impress him just as much.

*Yolyol!* *Ahem!* *Look at me!* Kkabul-Tto puffed out his chest, strutting proudly. He, the smallest of them usually, was enjoying his moment in the spotlight.

At that moment,

Pooong.

A blue gas spewed out from the giant Jormungandr’s mouth and tail along with a loud explosion.

The aura of creation that had been gathered in its belly was discharged all at once.

Even though it didn’t smell,…

“Ugh!”

“Nya!”

Kkueng!

Squeak!

The group, witnessing the giant burp and fart gas, instinctively covered their noses in a hurry.

And

Yolyol···

[A burp and a fart in front of everyone…]

Kkabul-Tto thought in embarrassment, ‘I want to disappear!’

The Temple of the Creation God.

“This time, there’s a lot more,” Emilia said, looking at the orbs that came out in the process of making the Tears of the Inexperienced Creation God into Great Growth Elixirs.

The amount of orbs created was several times more than before.

This was because the orbs in the Tears of Destruction that were destroyed in the process of the Great Dragons hunting the Tears of Destruction were absorbed into other Tears of Destruction.

With the orbs obtained in that way,

“Creation God, here it is,” Emilia said.

“Good work,” the Creation God replied.

The Creation God poured the orbs Emilia brought onto the floor.

“Find your partners,” the Creation God commanded.

Chajajak.

The orbs, having received the Creation God’s command, quickly moved around the floor and began to combine with other orbs already laid on the floor.

The completed picture was about 10%.

There were still many empty parts of the picture, so it was impossible to know what the memory of the next Creation God was, but

“Here…?” the Creation God wondered.

The location could be inferred.

“This is the place,” Emilia confirmed.

The picture was of this very place where the Creation God was. It was depicting the Temple of the Creation God.

To be exact, it was one of the many rooms inside the temple, where the two often played puzzles together.

“What do you want to say?” the Creation God asked.

There were still not enough orbs to fill the picture to answer the Creation God’s question.

The outskirts of Destruction.

“Kkueng, over there,” Sejun instructed.

Kkueng!

Sejun, having looked around, wandered around with Kkueng.

Wriggle.

And directly captured a Destruction Sejun.

Not the smallest Tear of Destruction that Bulkkot lured, but a slightly larger 1.5x size Tear of Destruction.

The transformed Destruction Sejun was

Kkueng!

Kkueng used psychokinesis to send him inside through the hole Sejun had fallen through, and he became a faithful worker.

Moreover, although the level was low, he was a capable worker who could even use the You are the Field skill.

“Kkueng, let’s catch that one this time,” Sejun said excitedly.

Kkueng!

Thanks to that, Sejun, excited, wandered around and found Tears of Destruction of manageable size to turn into Destruction Sejun, when

Pooong.

Once again, blue gas came out of Jormungandr’s mouth and tail.

Kkihihit. Squeak?!

[Hee hee. Did Kkabul-Tto fart again?!]

“No manners,” Sejun chuckled.

Kkiluk!

Shararang!

The Kkamangi family, seizing the opportunity, gleefully teased the youngest.

“I’ve decided. From today, Kkabul-Tto is Fart Master Kkabul-Tto!” Sejun declared.

“Puhuhoot. Fart Master Kkabul-Tto sounds good, nya!” Kkueng agreed.

Squeak

And Theo, Kkueng, and Kkamangi, who always voted in favor of Sejun’s words.

Although the ominous aura of destruction was all around, it was another joyful day for the Sejun family.

Yolyol···

No. Kkabul-Tto seemed a little unhappy.