Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 701: How Dare You, You’re Literally Just My Crap!
The Forest of Creation.
[Lady Flamy! It’s him! That brat actually talked back to his older siblings! And he froze Sejun-nim’s crops to death!]
The newly evolved Puppet Flamebloom shouted indignantly, pointing toward Puppet Fo-Ti and the Puppet Icebloom standing in front of Flamy.
At that moment—
Not me.
Slide.
Fo-Ti casually stepped sideways, putting distance between himself and the Icebloom—and at the same time, inching closer to the Flamebloom.
[You dare freeze the crops Sejun-nim worked so hard to grow?!]
RUMBLE.
Flamy, furious, slammed her massive roots down—
KA-BOOM!
—and gave the Puppet Icebloom’s head a gentle (not really) «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» smack.
[Hieeeeng!]
The Icebloom yelped, clutching his head and sniffling from the pain.
[Sausage!]
Flamy called out.
[Yes, ma’am!]
Sausage bounced over excitedly, wiggling his roots.
[You’re on intensive care duty. Monitor him closely.]
[Yes!]
Under Sausage’s supervision, the Icebloom was put into a nutrient overload program—getting double the supplements of the others.
Night at the 99th floor of the Black Tower.
(Bat-Bat!)
Whoosh.
(Bat-Bat!)
Whoosh.
Bat-Bat was hard at work, just like always, munching on the fruit lunchbox Sejun packed for him and opening dimensional gates.
He was searching for two remaining worlds—Crphies and Tsuyne—out of the five that Tar-Taros had once mentioned as treasure vaults.
That’s when—
Yaaawn.
Kkamang wandered out, stretching wide. Normally, this would be the time he’d be helping Sejun with the nightly apologies, but tonight he'd said he was too tired and was taking a break.
[Hihit. Bat-Bat hyung! The Great Kkamang has a world he wants to visit!]
He had a request.
Earlier that day, when Queng helped evolve the Puppet Flamebloom and got all the praise (plus a bouncing hug from Sejun), Kkamang had hatched a plan:
If the Great Kkamang evolves the Baby Puppet Mandokcho, surely the butler will shower him with love and bouncy hugs.
He remembered the Mandok Stone that Foolto had discarded long ago and figured it was time to act.
Tonight, Kkamang was out to hog the praise for himself.
(Bat-Bat. So where do you wanna go?)
[Hihit. Foolto knows!]
Yolyol.
[This way.]
(Bat-Bat. Got it!)
Whoosh!
With Bat-Bat’s help, they arrived in the world where Foolto had thrown away the Mandok Stone.
Yolyol!
[Over here!]
Following Foolto’s lead, they moved out to search for the stone.
And soon enough—
[Back off! This territory belongs to me, the Mandok Stone!]
A wave of black poison mist blocked their path.
Yolyol!
[How dare you?! You’re literally just my crap!]
Foolto puffed up and charged ahead heroically.
But—
Yolyol...
[Ack... My crap is too strong...]
He was immediately overwhelmed.
The Mandok Stone had once been forged during the age of the Apostles of Ruin, created by the World-Eater Serpent, Jörmungandr. Foolto, now a harmless and pathetic remnant of his former self, was no match for it.
[Hihit. So Foolto can’t even beat his own poop?]
Kkamang laughed mercilessly, watching Foolto’s humiliation.
Then—
[You pests! Who do you think you are, calling me crap?!]
Furious, the Mandok Stone lashed out, launching poisonous mist at them.
(Bat-Bat! Everyone run for it!)
Bat-Bat scooped up the Kkamang family with his feet and dove toward a dimensional gate.
Even Bat-Bat couldn’t neutralize the poison—it was, after all, forged from Jörmungandr’s feces.
Just as they neared the portal—
Queng?
[What are you guys doing, da yo?]
Queng was stepping through from the other side, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
He hadn’t sensed their danger—he’d come because they left the gate open, and that could’ve put Sejun at risk.
Queng had sniffed the faintest trace of poison drifting toward the 99th floor.
[Hihit. Queng hyung! Help the Great Kkamang! Let me tell you everything—!]
Kkamang babbled out the whole story, pouring out every juicy detail.
Queng! Queng!
[Alrighty, da yo! Big bro Queng will help!]
And then—
Plod. Plod.
Completely unfazed, Queng walked straight through the poisonous miasma toward the Mandok Stone.
Grab.
He seized it.
[W-What the hell?! Let go! Let go of me, you little—!]
Of course, the Mandok Stone struggled.
Queng!
[Stay still, da yo.]
Crack.
[AAACK! I’m cracking! Stop! Please, I’ll behave!]
With a single squeeze from Queng’s paw, the stone whimpered and immediately fell silent.
And just like that—Queng had tamed the Mandok Stone.
Queng!
[We’re going home, da yo!]
He turned back, leading the family through the portal to return to the Black Tower.
Queng!
[Time to eat, da yo!]
[Hihit. Hurry up and chow down!]
The Baby Puppet Mandokcho eagerly absorbed the Mandok Stone and evolved into Puppet Mandokcho, vanishing in a swirl of black poison.
Queng!
[Now I’m going back to sleep, da yo.]
(Bat-Bat! Yes! Sleep well, Queng hyung!)
[Hihit. Sleep tight, Queng hyung! Bat-Bat hyung! The Great Kkamang is going to bed too!]
(Bat-Bat. Sweet dreams, Kkamang.)
With their mission complete, Queng and the rest of the Kkamang family curled up and went back to sleep.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
Bat-Bat reopened the dimensional portals and continued his search for treasure-filled worlds.
The Baby Supplement Field, now quiet.
The Baby Puppet Ginseng stood alone, watching all his friends disappear.
He looked enviously at where they’d gone.
And then—
“Not showing up today?”
Heh heh... Guess my scary face finally worked.
Corruption, who had spent all night practicing spooky faces, was delighted that Sejun hadn’t appeared—convinced he’d finally succeeded in scaring him off.
But despite the smug grin on his lips, his eyes were full of longing.
The next morning.
“Up and at ‘em—huh?!”
[Baby Puppet Mandokcho has absorbed intense poison and evolved into Puppet Mandokcho.]
[Puppet Mandokcho has returned to its rightful place.]
[You have completed 1 of the 5 tasks in the Evolution Quest.]
The moment Sejun opened his eyes, the system messages popped up in front of him.
“...Who did this?”
He looked around, confused.
Jingle.
The one who should’ve been proudly taking credit—Kkamang—was fast asleep on Sejun’s stomach, snoring away without a care in the world.
“...Ah. It must’ve been Queng.”
Sejun let out a sigh, already imagining Kkamang’s teeth grinding in frustration.
Considering Queng had once eaten Necma, the fused poison of countless deadly toxins from the Brown Tower, it wasn’t a bad assumption.
“But why’d he do it at night?”
And with that, Sejun fell back into thought once more.
“Oh...”
So that’s why he did it—he didn’t want me to get hurt.
With Queng in the equation, the whole picture fell neatly into place.
“Heheheh. As expected of my brilliant deductive powers.”
Sejun puffed up proudly at how perfect his reasoning was.
“Spoiled... smug... nya...”
Thud.
Theo’s front paw smacked Sejun’s face, instantly bringing him back down to earth.
“Nya...”
Nnngh...
As always, Sejun gathered the Theo couple and Kkamang family and completed their usual morning routine. freёwebnoѵel.com
Thump. Thump.
Before breakfast, Pink Fur strolled in carrying Queng gently in her mouth.
“Oh! My Quengie’s back? Must be exhausted after getting up in the middle of the night to grow the Puppet Mandokcho, huh?”
Purrrrr.
Sejun scooped up the still-sleeping Queng and began gently bouncing him in his arms.
Kuhehehe.
That alone was enough to wake Queng with a happy wriggle.
Ngh! Ngh!
[Butler! Why aren't you praising me?! The Great Kkamang was the one who brought back the Mandok Stone!]
Kkamang, now wide awake, narrowed his eyes into sharp triangles and barked ferociously, clearly offended that his moment of glory had been stolen.
Queng! Queng!
[Daddy, it wasn’t me who raised the Puppet Mandokcho, da yo! Kkamang did it, da yo!]
Queng, ever the fair one, spoke up in Kkamang’s defense.
“Oh, seriously? My bad! I thought Queng did it. Great job, Kkamang!”
Realizing the truth, Sejun quickly pulled Kkamang into his arms and gave him his overdue hug.
[Hihit! Butler! I’ll keep helping from now on too! You can trust in the Great Kkamang!]
“Yeah, yeah...”
Kkamang puffed up with pride as he received his well-earned bouncing hug.
After breakfast:
“Puhuhut. The great hybrid Vice Chairman is off to earn a fortune, nya!”
“Quet-quet-quet! I’m heading out too!”
Theo and Iona set off once again for the 37th floor of the Green Tower.
“Well, let’s get to work too.”
Sejun headed into the fields with Queng and Kkamang in tow.
[Hihit. The Great Kkamang worked night shifts, so he’s taking the day off!]
Kkamang, of course, tried to wiggle out of work again.
“Nope. Doesn’t work like that. You two could stay up for days and still be fine. Tell you what—harvest 10,000 sweet potatoes, and I’ll give you one roasted sweet potato jerky.”
Ngh! Ngh!
[Deal! Leave it to the Great Kkamang!]
Hooked by Sejun’s carrot-stick logic, Kkamang ended up working even harder than usual.
Kuhehehe. Queng?
[Hehehe. What about Queng, da yo?]
Queng looked up at Sejun, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“If you harvest all the corn and potatoes from the east fields, I’ll make you some candied sweet potatoes.”
Kuhehehe. Queng!
[Yay! Sounds delicious, da yo!]
Delighted, Queng zipped off toward the cornfield at full speed.
Adorable little rascals.
Sejun chuckled, watching them scamper off.
Cute ones always get the best treats.
He smirked slyly and reached into the Pouch of Abundance, where he had been secretly nurturing the stash of Supreme-Taste Royal Honey Sweet Potatoes that Kkamang had harvested.
Thanks to two days of duplication, he now had 199 of them.
Squelch.
He planted them all.
Tap. Tap.
Then, he applied Harvest Elixirs to fifteen of the newly planted sweet potatoes.
Crack.
The elixirs soaked in immediately, and the fifteen sweet potatoes began to grow at a rapid pace.
Crackle.
Sejun grabbed the thick vines and began to harvest them one by one.
[You have harvested 30 Supreme-Taste Royal Honey Sweet Potatoes.]
[Your class experience has slightly increased.]
[Your proficiency in Harvesting (Master) has slightly increased.]
[You have gained 3,000 EXP.]
...
..
.
By the end, Sejun had harvested 512 sweet potatoes.
He stashed the whole batch out of sight from his companions and carried it to the kitchen.
“Make candied sweet potatoes and jerky out of these.”
He handed the goods over to Sejun No. 12 with a plan already forming.
At lunch, he’d surprise Queng and Kkamang with treats made from the Supreme-Taste Royal Honey Sweet Potatoes.
“Heheheh. Mission complete.”
Having wrapped up his secret mission, Sejun left the kitchen and headed to the brewery.
“Ferment.”
Activating his Fermentation skill, he began brewing an enormous batch of Samyangju.
In three days, Sweetie would be heading off to Tartarus for a field trip.
According to intel Sweetie had received from Herr, in order to meet the God of Thieves, Rascal, one had to enter an underground prison meant only for dangerous criminals. Unfortunately, gods on field trips weren’t allowed inside.
So Sejun was preparing... a bribe.
A short while later:
“All done.”
Having finished brewing, Sejun stepped out of the brewery.
“...Huh?”
Wasn’t it about time the Seed Shop opened?
It hit him—he hadn’t seen the seed shop in a while.
“What the hell? Why hasn’t it shown up?”
Did the gods forget?
And if they did forget... how many seeds had he missed out on?
Who’s responsible for my losses?
One question led to another, snowballing into full-blown suspicion.
And finally—
Yup. This is the seed shop’s fault. 100%.
Sejun clenched his fist, ready to take action.
“I’ll confront Theo about it when he gets back.”
Since Theo could talk to Herr, Sejun decided to file a formal complaint to the Seed Shop headquarters.
But meanwhile—
“I’ll send the seeds directly to God Sejun!”
“Seriously?”
“Of course! I’m faster and more accurate than the Seed Shop itself! Just trust Herr, the God of Trade!”
The real culprit was somewhere else entirely.
Heheheh. Better hoard as many seeds as I can now. If a quest pops up, I can finish it instantly.
Blinded by the lure of welfare points, Herr had been secretly swiping all the seeds from the Seed Shop’s warehouse—leaving the storefront empty.
And so—
The winds of impeachment stirred once more.
And this time, they were ferocious.
