Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 713: This Time, I Might Beat Theo! Kyahehe!

[You have arrived in the Land of Destruction.]

Sejun stepped into the Land of Destruction.

The sky glowed ominously red, the ground was wet and sticky, the air was heavy and foul, and the stench of rot mixed with the scent of blood lingered in the atmosphere.

In one word: repulsive.

At that moment—

[You have been exposed to the intense aura of Destruction.]

[All abilities have been reduced by 70%.]

[Your life force is rapidly decreasing.]

[You will die in 5 minutes.]

A series of ominous messages appeared before Sejun.

“Five minutes?!”

He had to hurry!

Seeds that had passed through the waypoint couldn’t germinate. But what about seeds created here, without passing through the waypoint?

“Seed Creation.”

To test his theory, Sejun quickly activated his SS-rank Farmer of the Tower job trait.

Then—

[Please select the seed to create.]

[Magic Cherry Tomato Seed]

[Strength Sweet Potato Seed]

...

[Destruction Devourer Seed]

A list of seeds Sejun had harvested over a hundred million times appeared before him.

Sejun quickly selected the Destruction Devourer Seed.

[Creating 100 Destruction Devourer Seeds.]

In Sejun’s palm, 100 Destruction Devourer Seeds materialized.

Please let them sprout!

Thump. Thump.

[You have planted Destruction Devourer Seeds infused with mana.]

Sejun carefully injected mana into the ground as he planted the seeds, fervently hoping for them to sprout.

If they didn’t, he would have to leave immediately.

Otherwise, he’d have to face the Creator God, the two Apostles, and the Nine Leaders empty-handed, after all the effort they had put into helping him.

[The state of the soil is abysmal.]

...

[Under normal conditions, germination would be impossible, but due to the Master Level effect of the Mana Seed Sowing skill, the Destruction Devourer Seeds have successfully germinated.]

Crunch.

The Destruction Devourer Seedlings pushed through the ground, sprouting rapidly.

Though they were much smaller than usual due to the poor soil — only the size of a finger joint —

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

The Destruction Devourers began to voraciously absorb the dense and potent aura of Destruction in the area.

Thanks to their efforts, the concentration of the aura of Destruction around Sejun started to drop, and the remaining time before Sejun’s death steadily increased by one second at a time.

As more Destruction Devourers sprouted, the time limit continued to extend.

By the time Sejun had planted five seeds—

Swish.

Theo, Iona, Queng, Bat-Bat, and the Kkamang family appeared on the waypoint.

And—

“So, this is where Corruption lives, nya?! This place feels... wrong, nya!”

“Kyut-kyut-kyut. The mana here is corrupted.”

Queng!

[It smells weird, da yo!]

(Bat-Bat. Something feels ominous here.)

Everyone voiced their negative impressions of the Land of Destruction.

Meanwhile—

“Kkihihit. Nngh!”

[Heh. This is the Great Kkamang’s territory! Trust in the Great Kkamang!]

“Right! This place used to be our turf!”

Kkiruk!

Sha-la-lang!

...

Contrary to the others, the Kkamang family was brimming with confidence.

However—

[You have been exposed to the intense aura of Destruction.]

...

[You will die in 1 minute.]

They were no longer the Apostles of Destruction that once ruled over this land.

“Nngh!”

[Butler! The Great Kkamang is going to die!]

The fragile Kkamang urgently called for Sejun.

Thud. Thud.

Sejun quickly ran over, gathered his companions, and placed the Kkamang family next to the Destruction Devourers.

Then—

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Sejun rapidly planted more Destruction Devourer Seeds around them to increase the number of seedlings.

After some time, with 100 Destruction Devourers working tirelessly to absorb the aura of Destruction, Kkamang’s remaining life span extended from 1 minute to 15 minutes, while Sejun’s time increased from 5 minutes to 1 hour and 30 minutes.

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

Even though 100 Destruction Devourers were devouring the aura of Destruction nonstop, the aura around them was so dense that as soon as one area was cleared, it was immediately filled with more.

This was the best they could do.

Now that Sejun and his companions had a bit more breathing room,

Queng used telekinesis to float the Destruction Devourers around while they scouted the area near the waypoint.

Kyaaaah!

Boom!

Kwakwang!

Terrifying cries and explosive sounds echoed through the air, catching Sejun and his group’s attention.

Is it over there?

They ran toward the source of the sound.

There, Emila and Amur were surrounded by hundreds of thousands of black-and-red snakes, fighting them off.

The snakes ranged from 2 to 5 meters long and had no eyes or noses.

Instead, they had rows of sharp, shark-like teeth that looked capable of tearing off chunks of flesh in one bite.

Kyaaah!

Despite their lack of eyes, the snakes accurately targeted Emila and Amur, as if using some other sense to navigate.

Ssssh.

Some of them turned their attention toward Sejun and his group, slithering forward in an S-shape across the ground.

“Puhuhut. The Great Hybrid Chairman Park will be protected by me, Vice Chairman Theo, nya! Nyan-Nyan Storm Fist!”

“Kyut-kyut-kyut. Power of the Wind! Sharp Wind, Tornado Blade!”

Quhehhehe. Queng! Queng!

[Hehehe. Dad will be protected by Queng! Queng Destruction Strike, da yo!]

Theo, Iona, and Queng, having adapted to the aura of Destruction, launched a relentless assault and wiped out the approaching snakes.

And then—

[The Lucky Target of the Black Tower, Park Theo, has defeated a Small Thread Snake Parasitizing on Corrupted Destruction.]

[You have received 5 million experience points, 50% of the amount Theo obtained.]

[Senior Herb Gatherer Park Queng has defeated a Small Thread Snake Parasitizing on Corrupted Destruction.]

...

Experience gain messages filled Sejun’s view.

“A Small Thread Snake Parasitizing on Corrupted Destruction?”

For mere small fries, they sure had a long name.

Wait, these are supposed to be small thread snakes?

But they’re over two meters long!

Sejun was puzzled by the name that didn’t match their size.

And what about money?

Sejun pricked up his ears, hoping to hear the sound of Tower Coins dropping, but there was nothing.

The dead snakes dissolved back into the aura of Destruction, leaving nothing behind.

“Tch.”

Sejun clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Everyone, keep it up!”

He grabbed Kkamang’s two front paws and shook them energetically in encouragement.

“Kkihihit. Nngh!”

[Heh. Keep going, guys! The Great Kkamang can do it, but he’s giving you all a chance instead!]

Kkamang boasted as he cheered.

Kyaaah!

Grrk. Grrk.

Fortunately, thanks to the aura of Creation emitted by the Destruction Devourers, the snakes only hissed threateningly but couldn’t approach Sejun and the two fragile creatures.

Thus, Sejun and Kkamang remained safe, energetically cheering for the others for the next ten minutes.

After ten minutes of fighting alongside Emila and Amur,

“We need to head back early because of Kkamang. Please take these with you.”

Looks like I won’t get to meet Corruption this time.

Regretfully, Sejun handed over 100 Destruction Devourers to Emila and Amur and prepared to leave.

“Puhuhut. Good luck, nya!”

“Kyut-kyut-kyut. Take care!”

Queng!

[Take care, da yo!]

“Kkihihit. Nngh!”

[“Hehe. You guys! The Great Kkamang is watching, so work hard!”]

Sejun and his group left, leaving behind two people.

“Huff. Huff. Huff.”

Thanks to the Catastrophe Eater, their survival time increased from one {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} hour to one day.

“Lady Emilla, it seems to be getting worse.”

“It sure does...”

Emilla and Amur spent the entire day fighting off snakes while enviously thinking about Sejun, who had already gone home.

***

[You have arrived at the 99th floor of the Black Tower.]

When Sejun and his group returned—

“Bbi-yot!”

[Sejun, Theo, hello!]

“Uhehehe. Hello!”

“Mohehehe. Hello!”

“Nyon-nyon!”

“Pokk-pokk!”

“Chirp-chirp!”

Waiting in front of the portal were Bbi-yot, Yuren, Poyo, Blue Dragon, Black Wolbok, and Red Wolbok, all greeting them.

“Kyaa... woong?”

Baektang, who had been dozing off on Sejun’s lap in his dreams, hadn’t even had time to plot his lap-reclamation operation in the real world. Now he woke up.

And then—

“Kya-woong!”

[Charge!]

Thump-thump-thump.

Baektang charged straight at Sejun’s lap, going head-to-head.

Sejun’s lap is so warm and comfy!

This time, I might actually beat Theo.

“Kya-hehe.”

Recalling the feeling from the dream, still intoxicated by it.

“Huff! Huff! Huff! Did you just aim for Chairman Park’s lap?!”

Of course, Theo, the guardian of Sejun’s lap, wouldn’t just let Baektang be.

Thunk!

“Kya-wong...”

The price of aiming for Sejun’s lap was getting smacked in the back of the head by Theo and being forcibly knocked back into dreamland.

But—

“Puhuhut. The great Hybrid Chairman Park’s lap belongs to me, Vice Chairman Theo-nya!”

“No! Theo, get out of my dream! Sejun’s lap is mine!”

“Puhuhut. No way-nya!”

Even in his dream, Baektang was suffering a nightmare where Theo still snatched Sejun’s lap away.

While Baektang was knocked out by Theo—

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t invite you because it was just a small, modest party. Is there anything you want to eat?”

Hearing the reason Bbi-yot and Yuren were waiting here, Sejun apologized and asked.

“Bbi-yot! Bbi-yot!”

[I’d like roasted peanuts served while sitting on Lord Theo’s paw!]

“Got it. I’ll let Theo know.”

“Pruhuhut!”

“Uhehehe. I want slime galbijjim!”

“I’ll even add rice cakes to it. They’re a delicacy, you know.”

“Uhehehe. Thank you!”

Bbi-yot and Yuren stated what they wanted to eat.

“Mohehehe. I want Yuren’s special misfortune!”

Poyo also expressed his wish, but—

“That’s not happening.”

“Moeng...”

Sejun firmly cut him off.

Yuren’s special misfortune... just thinking about it was terrifying.

“Wait here a moment.”

Sejun entered the kitchen and instructed Sejun No. 12 to prepare the food.

A little while later—

“Puhuhut. Bbi-yot, eat a lot-nya!”

“Bbi-yot!”

[Yes!]

Munch-munch-munch.

Theo, sprawled out comfortably on Sejun’s lap, held Bbi-yot with his right front paw while happily licking up the treat Sejun was giving him.

“Kuhehehe.”

“Uhehehe.”

Queng and Yuren sat in front of a massive bowl of slime galbijjim, eagerly picking out meat and rice cakes.

Sejun and the others also had their meals.

“Is Baektang sick or something?”

Sejun glanced at Baektang, who was still groaning in his sleep, with concern. He tore off a bit of the egg yolk from his egg porridge and placed it in Baektang’s mouth.

And then—

“Chomp. Chomp.”

Baektang slowly chewed on the egg yolk, smacking his lips.

“Hehehe.”

Cute.

Sejun continued to feed him small bits of yolk.

“Chairman Park, I want yolk too-nya!”

“Huh? Vice Chairman Theo, you don’t usually eat this, do you?”

“No-nya! I just started wanting it-nya!”

Driven by jealousy, Theo forcibly began eating the yolk to redirect Sejun’s attention to himself.

After the meal, Sejun moved to the brewery.

He was running low on alcohol.

“I’ll just brew a little and rest in the afternoon.”

Unwittingly exposed to the Catastrophe Energy in the Land of Destruction, his body felt more fatigued than usual.

But contrary to his plan, Sejun ended up brewing far more alcohol than he intended.

Once he started moving his body, he felt invigorated and ended up working excitedly.

“Somehow, I ended up working too hard.”

Sejun muttered as he looked at the brewing jars that filled the entire brewery, his voice tinged with both complaint and satisfaction.

After finishing the brewing, Sejun left the brewery and headed to the kitchen.

It was time to prepare dinner.

And then—

“All right. Let’s see who wins. Start!”

“Kuhehehe. Queng!”

[Hehehe. Dad, the victory is obviously Queng’s da yo!]

“Uhehehe. This time, I will win!”

For dinner, Sejun decided to hold a food fight contest for Queng and Yuren.

Earlier, at lunch, he had noticed the two competing fiercely over the slime galbijjim, so he wanted to let them eat to their heart’s content.

Before them, each had a mountain of rice cakes, slime galbijjim, and chocolate cake.

“Kuhehehe. Queng!”

[Hehehe. The rice cakes taste so good da yo!]

Queng started with his favorite rice cakes, dipping them in arrowroot honey.

“Uhehehe. Meat is the best!”

Yuren started by devouring the slime galbijjim.

Meanwhile, Sejun and the rest of the group also enjoyed their dinner.

And then—

“Kihiht. Kkeeng!”

[Hehe. Butler! The Great Kkamang wants to join the food fight! Give me 100 extreme-flavor roasted sweet potato jerky!]

Kkamang boldly declared his entry into the food fight.

“Hehe.”

Gonna stuff myself with roasted sweet potato jerky!

His little scheme was obvious, but—

“Sure.”

Sejun generously handed over 100 pieces of the extreme-flavor roasted sweet potato jerky.

He knew there was no way Kkamang could eat them all anyway.

A while later—

“Chomp. Chomp...”

“Kkirong...”

Kkamang managed to eat four and a half pieces before collapsing asleep.

“Hehehe.”

Such a weak little guy.

Feeling superior, Sejun smirked down at the weaker-than-weak Kkamang.

And then—

“Nya?! Chairman Park, your face looks rotten-nya!”

More sensitive to Sejun’s smug face than anyone else was Theo, the hybrid cat butler.

“Ugh. Huff. Go easy on me!”

“No way-nya! I must stomp all the rotten aura out-nya!”

Sejun once again had his face ruthlessly stomped by Theo, becoming humbler in the process.

“Hey! Stepping on my nose is crossing the line! What if my nose bridge collapses?!”

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park’s nose bridge is already low-nya!”

“No, it’s not!”

And thus, with Sejun and Theo’s bickering, another night passed on the 99th floor of the Black Tower.