Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 677: Queng Will Earn Lots of Money to Help Dad’s Medical Bills!

Black Tower, 50th Floor.

“Kyaong!”

[Finally, we’re here!]

“All my misfortunes will end now!”

Baektang cheered as it arrived on the 50th floor of the Tower.

Baektang firmly believed that reaching the 50th floor would make all its troubles disappear.

However—

Pwoop.

A sudden splat of bird poop landed on Baektang’s head.

Splat.

“...?!”

“Kyaong! Kyaong?! Kyaong!”

[Ugh! Poop?! Don’t you see there’s a leopard here?! Watch where you’re aiming!]

Baektang shouted angrily toward the sky, but the bird had already flown far away.

“Kyaong.”

[I thought my luck would change after reaching the 50th floor...]

Baektang’s face fell, visibly deflated.

“Uhuhuhu. Baektang, I’ll clean it up for you.”

Yuren comforted Baektang and wiped the bird poop off its head.

“Kkaong.”

[Thank you, Yuren.]

Baektang expressed its gratitude.

“Uhuhuhuhu. No, I should be the one thanking you.”

“Kyaong?”

Baektang still had no idea where its bad luck was coming from.

*****

<Grondra>

“Let’s stamp the rest of the pirates and head home.”

As Sejun stepped out of the Pirate Bank’s main branch, ready to wrap things up and go home—

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, I’m sleepy, nya! Let’s rest here, nya!”

Theo whined, rubbing its eyes and claiming to be sleepy.

“Are you really that tired?”

Sejun’s voice was filled with concern. Theo usually had no problem sleeping curled up on his lap, so Sejun found the sudden complaint odd.

“Yes, nya! I’m very sleepy, nya! I need to sleep right now, nya! Let’s rest over there, nya!”

Theo pouted and dragged Sejun toward a quiet, sunlit clearing.

“Alright. Let’s take a short nap.”

Sejun sat down in the square and placed Theo on his lap.

Snore.

Sejun fell asleep almost instantly. Alone.

“Puhuhut. Iona, thank you, nya!”

“Tweet-tweet-tweet. It was Theo’s request.”

Iona had cast a sleep spell at Theo’s request, putting Sejun out like a light.

“Puhuhut. It’s time to fix Chairman Park’s rotten face, nya!”

Theo gently laid Sejun down and grinned. This had all been part of Theo’s grand plan to give Sejun a facial massage.

“Queng and Blackie, go play somewhere else, nya!”

Queng!

Squeak!

Knowing exactly what Theo was about to do, Queng and Blackie obediently left to avoid interfering.

“Tweet-tweet-tweet. O power of mana...”

Iona set up defensive and silence spells around the area, ensuring no one would disturb them.

Flash!

Theo’s front paws began to glow brightly.

Press. Press. Press.

Theo carefully massaged Sejun’s face, putting its heart and soul into each movement.

Theo instinctively understood how precarious Sejun’s condition had become.

A man from a Level 1 world, Sejun had been pushing himself far beyond his limits, surviving only because of his companions’ constant support.

But his body had already surpassed its breaking point. It was hanging on by a thread.

To make matters worse, Earth had recently evolved into a Level 2 world, further accelerating Sejun’s deterioration.

Some might argue that Earth’s advancement boosted potential, but Sejun’s overworked body had already taken too much damage.

It was like an overstretched rubber band, frayed and on the verge of snapping.

Even though his stats had increased, the added strain only worsened his condition.

Theo referred to Sejun’s condition as having a “rotten face” and had been treating it diligently ever since.

Of course, the treatments also had the side effect of making Sejun more handsome.

At first, Theo genuinely believed Sejun was too ugly and had treated him for that reason.

But now, Sejun was in the worst condition he’d ever been in.

Why did Theo only notice Sejun’s condition when he got cocky? Why did Theo always heal his face, even when other parts were injured?

It remained a mystery.

The only certainty was that Theo was healing him.

Press. Press. Press.

Every time Theo’s glowing paws pressed down, Sejun’s body slowly recovered from its overstrained state.

“Puhuhut. Money! Burn brightly for our great hybrid Chairman Park, nya!”

It was an expensive treatment.

While Theo continued the therapy, Queng and Blackie explored the marketplace.

Suddenly—

Giggle. Squeak!

[Hehe! Queng-hyung, the great Blackie wants to eat that!]

Blackie wagged its tail, pointing at the sweet potato bread displayed in a bakery.

Queng!

[Wait here for a moment!]

Queng stared intensely at the bread.

Is it okay to eat it?

Is it okay to eat it?

Is it okay to eat it?

After pondering three times—

Quhehehe. Queng! Queng!

[Hehehe. Decision made! We’re buying it!]

Giggle. Squeak!

[Hehe! Queng-hyung, let’s buy 10!]

Queng! Queng!

[No! We’re buying 100 pieces!]

Sejun flexed with the Black Card he had given them.

“That’ll be 10 Tower Coins.”

Even so, the amount wasn’t much.

As Queng and Blackie wandered through the marketplace, happily buying and devouring food—

“The dangerous dinner show hosted by Fugaro, the Pirate Chef of Death, is about to begin! Entry fee: only 1 million Tower Coins!”

“Survive eating Fugaro’s dishes, and the prize money doubles each time! You only need to eat 10 dishes! There’s not much time left! Sign up quickly if you haven’t already!”

An announcement echoed through the street.

Queng?!

[They’ll give us food and money?!]

Giggle. Squeak!

[Hehe! Queng-hyung! Let’s join!]

It was more than enough to tempt Queng and Blackie.

The name alone—“Dangerous Dinner Show.”

It promised trouble, but—

Queng! Queng!

[Alright! We’re in!]

Squeak!

[The great Blackie is going to win!]

The two had already made up their minds.

Queng!

[We’re signing up!]

Queng swiped the Black Card to pay the entry fees for both and entered the building where the show was being held.

Inside, around 10,000 participants were seated at individual tables.

“Please take your seats here.”

Queng and Blackie sat side by side at the designated table.

After a moment—

“We’ll now begin the dinner show! Fugaro’s first dish is five giant crab burgers! Finish them all to advance to the next round! Remember, this is a pirate town, so anything goes as long as you don’t get caught! Not that we’ll be watching too closely. Hahaha!”

With the host’s announcement, staff members set down five burgers, each the size of a soccer ball, on the tables.

“Kekeke! Eat mine too!”

“Huh?! Why do I suddenly have ten? Was it you?!”

Participants began threatening or scheming to dump their crab burgers onto others’ plates.

Meanwhile—

Queng?!

[Is this all they’ve got?!]

Queng looked disappointed. The portions didn’t seem worthy of the “Pirate Chef of Death” title.

Squeak!

[Queng-hyung, eat mine too!]

Blackie took a single bite and lost interest, pushing the rest toward Queng.

Roasted sweet potatoes were still the best!

Queng!

Without hesitation, Queng devoured all ten crab burgers.

Compared to Sejun’s cooking, the taste was mediocre at best, but it was enough to fill their stomachs, so Queng was satisfied. Together, they casually watched the chaos as the pirates fought over food.

Queng!

[Dad might learn something useful from this, maybe?!]

Giggle. Squeak?! Squeak!

[Hehe! The butler? Not a chance!]

They speculated whether there were any skills Sejun could pick up from the show.

30 Minutes Later.

“It seems everyone who planned to finish has finished. Those who failed to eat their food, please exit.”

Under the host’s instructions, the eliminated participants left. Most had to be carried or helped out, clearly battered.

With the first round over, only about 3,000 participants remained—70% had already been eliminated.

“Huh?! Those two are still in?!”

“What the...?!”

The other contestants finally noticed Queng and Blackie, looking surprised.

They’d assumed the two wouldn’t stand a chance and hadn’t bothered targeting them.

Now they were regretting it.

Some participants eyed Queng and Blackie, flashing predatory smiles.

They’ll be the first to go.

The hostility in the room intensified.

“The next dish will be served shortly, but first, we’ll give you a choice.”

The host’s voice cut through the tension.

“Those who passed the first round can take double their entry fee—2 million Tower Coins—and leave. Or, if you proceed to the next dish, the prize jumps to 6 million Tower Coins.”

The host paused for dramatic effect.

“Raise your hand now if you wish to collect your prize and walk away.”

Would they take the money and leave?

Or risk it all for the next challenge?

.......

Since everyone had joined the event to make money, no one raised their hand to quit.

“Excellent! You’re all very brave. Then, let’s move on to the next dish. Fugaro’s second dish is—calamansi juice to cleanse your palate after those greasy crab burgers!”

As the host introduced the second dish, staff members placed glasses of calamansi juice in front of the participants.

This time, the portions were small.

“What? That’s it?”

A few contestants, completely unaware, downed the juice in one shot—

“Ack!”

“Ugh!”

—and twisted their faces in shock at the sharp sourness.

“Ptoo!”

Drip.

Some couldn’t handle the taste and spat it out immediately.

“If you spit out the food, you’re eliminated!”

The host swiftly disqualified them.

Gulp.

For Queng, however, it was no problem at all.

Squeak! Squeak!

[Queng-hyung, I hate this! The great Blackie doesn’t want to drink it!]

Queng!

Once again, Queng finished Blackie’s portion as well.

At that moment—

“Heh-heh-heh. You’re drinking pretty well. Then have mine too.”

Pirate Lumio poured his juice into Queng’s empty glass.

But—

Drip. Drip.

The juice never made it into the cup and instead spilled onto the table.

Dad said not to drink anything touched by strangers!

Queng had sealed the rim of the glass using telekinesis.

“Eliminated!”

Lumio, who wasted his drink, was instantly disqualified.

How did it do that?

Should we force-feed it?

Or just knock it out?

Other contestants, who had seen what happened, began scheming as they approached Queng.

Quueeeeeeng!

[Come any closer, and you’ll regret it!]

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With a fierce cry, Queng made the pirates hesitate and back away.

Grr. Squeak!

[Growl! The great Blackie will punish anyone who gets close!]

Blackie barked furiously, though it didn’t seem to have much of an effect on the pirates.

After everyone finished their calamansi juice, 2,700 contestants remained. The second round had been relatively easy, so not many were eliminated.

And then—

“Now it’s decision time again...”

The host gave the participants another choice—either walk away with 6 million Tower Coins or move on and aim for the quadrupled prize of 24 million Tower Coins.

Unsurprisingly, no one quit, and Fugaro’s third dish was revealed.

“Fugaro’s third dish is—giant chestnut bread!”

The staff brought out trays carrying enormous loaves of bread, each the size of a small car.

Crunch. Crunch.

Queng leisurely devoured both its own and Blackie’s bread, then waited for the next dish. Honestly, its stomach was still only about 10% full.

When the third dish was finished, 2,000 contestants remained.

“Up next—the fourth dish is bitter melon salad!”

The new dish came out.

Now, the prize had jumped fivefold to 120 million Tower Coins.

Queng!

[This is too bitter!]

For the first time, Queng faced a real challenge. It absolutely hated bitter foods.

Should I quit?

Queng hesitated as it stared at the bitter melon salad, wondering if it should continue.

Meanwhile—

“Nya?! Why is it this rotten, nya?!”

Theo panicked. Sejun’s condition was far worse than expected. With his face looking even more decayed than before, Theo realized their current funds wouldn’t be enough to heal him.

Stopping the treatment halfway would only make things worse.

I need more money, nya!

Theo had to find a way to gather around 1 quadrillion Tower Coins within the hour.

The Sejun family was in crisis.

At that moment—

Crunch. Crunch.

If I eat all 10 of these, I can make lots of money! Queng will earn money to help with Dad’s treatment!

Driven by desperation, Queng forced itself to endure the bitter taste of the salad, determined to keep going for Sejun’s sake.