Farming in the Tower Alone [EN]: Chapter 692

The Forest of Creation.

Sparky, after sending out many Avatars for two weeks to search everywhere, asked the Stone Statue of Trials, watching it carefully, “Finding the problem is too difficult. Is there any hint you can give me?”

But the Stone Statue was firm.

“The fifth trial begins with finding the problem yourself. So, there are no hints.”

Then, it gave a small hint to itself, “It is often said that treasure is buried in hard-to-reach places.”

“Hard-to-reach places, you say?! A place that’s hard for me to reach is…” Sparky thought about the Stone Statue of Trials’ words.

Beside Sejun?

As soon as Sejun came to mind, bright flames appeared on Sparky’s leaves.

“Ah! I know! The problem must be near Sejun! And Theo might help with his golden paws! Hee hee.”

Sparky was very happy, already looking forward to Sejun’s birthday party. It didn’t matter if there was no fifth trial. It just needed a reason to go to the birthday party.

Even though Sparky had a month, it was being careful of the Stone Statue of Trials because it was in the middle of a trial.

So, Sparky found a reason to go to Sejun.

“Stone Statue, thank you for the hint! The problem is in the Black Tower, right?!”

The Stone Statue was surprised, “Huh?!”

After thanking the Stone Statue, Sparky thought, “Hee hee. I need to prepare Sejun’s birthday present quickly! Which Immortal Apple should I take?! Hee hee. Will Sejun be able to eat Golden Flame Apples now too?”

It quickly got ready to go down to the 99th floor of the Black Tower, thinking Sejun was there.

The Stone Statue of Trials couldn’t answer and watched Sparky go the wrong way, feeling frustrated.

Black Tower, 99th floor.

“Alright, everyone, shall we begin?” Sejun asked his friends, looking at the huge pile of potatoes.

“Puhuhu. Leave it to Vice President Theo, nya!”

Kyaung!

[I couldn’t get the lap, but I’m going to win this!]

At Sejun’s words, Theo and Baektangi quickly started peeling potatoes with their claws.

Moo!

The Black Minotaurs used their hands to squeeze the potatoes peeled by Theo and Baektangi to get potato juice.

Kuoong!

Moo!

Next to them, Pink Fur and the Bull Demon King crushed corn to get juice.

They were getting starch to make glass noodles.

Originally, they also had to juice sweet potatoes, but…

Grrr. Kking! Kking!

[Grrr. Sweet potatoes aren’t for juicing! Sweet potatoes are only used when the great Blackie makes dried sweet potatoes!]

“That’s right! We are the dried sweet potato protectors! We will definitely protect the sweet potatoes!”

Kkiluk!

Shararang!

Blackie and his group tied red headbands around their heads and worked hard to stop anyone from taking the sweet potatoes.

“Okay, okay, just be quiet instead.”

Kking!

[Okay!]

Sejun took sweet potatoes off the list of starch-making ingredients because Blackie’s family was being too annoying.

Hee hee. I won!

Blackie, happy that he had won against Sejun, went alone to the Black Demonic Star and…

Kking!

[Gather around if you want to hear about the great Blackie’s achievement of winning against the butler!]

Kiki!

Kyakyakya!

He excitedly started telling the Destruction Pioneers and Destruction Devourers how he threw a tantrum.

Meanwhile, while they were getting starch, Sejun turned to Kkuengi, a small, furry creature, and said, “Kkuenga, let’s start too.”

Kkuengi nodded, “Kkueng!”

Sejun made noodle dough with wheat flour, and Kkuengi made rice noodle dough with rice.

He could have just brought the ingredients and made the dishes with his Cooking skill, but there was a problem when the Cooking skill became the Delicious Cooking skill.

It was good that he could make flavors that were better than the ingredients, but it took more energy and time to make one serving of food perfectly. So, preparing the ingredients beforehand would save him energy.

And Sejun liked seeing the noodles stacked neatly in the warehouse. Hehehe.

It was just Sejun’s preference.

As Sejun and his friends were making glass noodles and noodles, two days passed.

“Sejun, I’ll be back.”

“Okay, Toryong, be careful.”

“Puhuhu. Toryong, bring back lots of money, nya!”

“Yes!” Toryong left for his final tour of the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods.

The Land of Destruction.

Thud. Thud.

Corruption was playing a cruel game. It pretended to hunt for the innocent spirits of future gods, wanting to scare them. “Hehehe. Hide well. Don’t let your hair show.”

And the spiritual bodies trembled, hiding in the corner.

“Scary! Don’t come closer! Shiver. Please, leave us alone.”

Thud. Thud.

Corruption spoke in a sweet and gentle voice to corrupt the spiritual bodies. “Hehehe. Scared? I know how you feel. I’ve experienced it too.”

However, its voice grew angrier. “Everyone ignored me. Even the Primordial God who was born with me. My brother didn’t help me when I was trembling! He abandoned me!!! I was born with the Primordial God! Why am I weak and ugly?! Why only me?!”

As Corruption’s anger exploded, its skin turned a darker shade of purple, and sharp spikes seemed to grow from its back. Its eyes glowed with a red light. The anger in its heart turned itself into the monster it hated.

At that moment, one of the spiritual bodies, terrified by Corruption’s hideous appearance, jumped up and began to run away from Corruption.

“Save me! Someone help me!”

That made the other spiritual bodies run away from Corruption as well.

Corruption grabbed one of the spiritual bodies that was running away. “Hehehe. Where do you think you’re going! Sniff sniff. Please save me···”

It asked, bringing the spiritual body close to its face, with a distorted smile on its hideous mouth. “Hehehe. Look closely. Do I look that scary?” The voice, filled with despair, trembled slightly.

The answer that came back was always despair. “Monster, don’t come near me!”

“Tch. No fun.” Corruption put the spiritual body in its mouth and chewed it up. It tasted bitter.

Toryong arrived at the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods. He was carrying many bottles of Samyangju.

This time, he brought the most Samyangju he could carry.

So, this is what it looks like.

Toryong quickly looked around. He was at the entrance to the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods, and beyond the entrance, he could see a forest covered in fog. The forest was eerie because of the fog.

At that moment, the gravediggers and dead gods, hiding behind the trees, appeared one by one, peeking at Toryong.

“Looks like someone’s here.”

“Is it a tour?”

“Who is it?”

“Is this one of the living?”

Then shall we begin.

Toryong began his sales pitch, as the gravediggers and dead gods watched. “Okay. One cup for 10 more years, two cups for 20 more years! Samyangju, personally brewed by Chairman Park of Sejun Company, is on sale for only 10 billion Tower Coins per cup!”

The reason why the dead gods in the Resting Place eventually disappear is because their divine power has run out. In other words, they can continue to live if they can get more divine power.

And no god wants to disappear.

But he’s extending their life in exchange for wealth that they don’t even need?

The life of a god begins and ends with nothing.

Wealth is unnecessary for them.

If you stay at Sejun Company for three months, you’re equipped with a business mindset.

With Toryong’s words, learned from watching Sejun and Theo, the dead gods rushed over, paid money, bought Samyangju, and began to extend their lives.

“Me. Just one cup.”

“I. Two cups.”

“Me too. I’ll buy it.”

Meanwhile, the gravediggers watched Toryong with interest, wondering if they should buy Samyangju. “This one’s interesting.”

“Shall we buy some too?”

“Shall we? There are many jewels abandoned in the warehouse.”

However, all the Samyangju was sold. “Sold out! All sold out!”

So, this is what it feels like.

As Toryong was making a proud expression, experiencing his first sell-out, one of the gravediggers approached Toryong and asked in a tense voice, “Welcome, traveler. Have you considered a career in the Resting Place? We are always looking for new gravediggers.”

“Yes. I’ll do it. Gravedigger,” Toryong readily accepted.

The gravedigger was surprised by his nervousness. “Huh?! You’re really going to be a gravedigger?!”

Toryong answered firmly again. “Yes. Really. I’m going to be a gravedigger.”

A few days ago, Toryong had received career advice from Sejun about which divine realm to go to. “Sejun, where should I go?”

To choose the right career path, Sejun spoke with Rhea, the Goddess of Abundance from the Seed Shop Headquarters, Beb, the God of Valor from the Battle Shop Headquarters, and Herr, the God of Merchants from Herr’s Pawnshop.

In addition to the Seed Shop Headquarters, Battle Shop Headquarters, and Herr’s Pawnshop, he also got information about Tartarus, the Prison of the Gods, and the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods.

“Hmm.” Sejun thought about Toryong’s career path based on the information he got from the three gods.

“But the dead gods in the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods won’t die if they have divine power?” A good idea came to mind.

He concretized his thoughts by getting more advice from the gods. “Puhuhu. Beb says they don’t die, nya! And if they don’t die, they can work, right? Puhuhu. Herr says it seems possible, nya! Rhea says there are many dead non-combat gods in the Resting Place of the Forgotten, nya!”

“Toryong, let’s eat here.”

That’s how Sejun’s desire for the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods was born, and Toryong’s career path was decided.

The vacation was short: only 12 hours every 100 years.

Toryong decided to change things. He wanted to be the boss and have unlimited vacation.

A little later, a giant with a fierce expression, holding a huge axe, appeared. “How dare a new gravedigger call the gravedigger boss?!”

[Dus, the God of Logging]

Dus’s legs were shaking as he looked at Toryong, who was bigger than himself.

Unlike his appearance, Dus was a coward, a kind-hearted non-combat god who wanted peace.

At Toryong’s words, the fierce expression that Dus had been practicing disappeared and turned cheerful. “Dus, Rhea told me to take over the boss position and return.”

“Truly?”

“Yes.”

Dus immediately handed over the boss position to Toryong, expressed his gratitude, and hurriedly packed his bags to return to the Seed Shop Headquarters. “Then, I gladly relinquish this position. It is yours. It was too hard for me to make a scary face all this time. Thank you for being the boss instead of me.”

Dus, the scariest-looking of the non-combat gods, had been managing the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods and earning divine power to send to the Seed Shop Headquarters.

That’s how Toryong took over the Resting Place of Forgotten Gods.

He drastically increased the vacation time for the gravediggers first. “From now on, your vacation is 12 hours a year!”

“Boss Toryong, is that… really?!”

“12 hours a year?!”

“Then if we save up vacation for just two years, we can play all day?!”

“Boss Toryong! I will be loyal from now on!”

Toryong immediately gained the support of the gravediggers.

He began to make the dead gods work in exchange for extending their lives. “Do you want to live long? Then help Sejun Company with what you’re good at!”

Hehehe. The gods get longer lives, and we make money. It’s a win-win, a very good deal.

Of course, that was just the thought of the exploitative employer, Sejun.