Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 683: Seriously, How Will You Protect the House at This Rate?

<Nya-Mok>

“Hm.”

What should I call it?

With a serious expression, Park Sejun pondered over the name for his and Theo’s combined attack.

“How about ‘Sejun Beam’?”

He shamelessly proposed a name that subtly highlighted only himself.

“No way, nyang! My presence as Vice Chairman Theo is completely missing, nyang!”

Theo strongly objected, uncharacteristically refusing to agree. Normally, Theo would have accepted anything Sejun suggested, but this time, he couldn’t back down.

“This is the first glorious joint attack created by Chairman Park and me, Vice Chairman Theo, nyang!”

This name held too much significance for him to compromise.

“Really? Then let’s think of something else.”

Sejun, as if anticipating Theo’s reaction, coolly began brainstorming another name.

“Kihihi. Squeak!”

[Hehe. I’m excited!]

“Me too,” Theo chimed in, full of anticipation.

The Kamang family gathered in front of Sejun, eagerly waiting to see what ridiculous name he’d come up with next.

After some time...

“What about combining Sejun and Theo to make ‘Seo Beam’?”

Sejun suggested his new idea.

“Chairman Park gave me half the credit, nyang! I’m thrilled, nyang!”

“Puhuhu. I love it, nyang!”

For Theo, even one letter of his name included in the title would have been an honor, so he immediately agreed.

But then...

Squeak!

[Squeak! Disappointed! Why did you come up with such a decent name?! Have you gotten rusty?! Do it properly!]

“That’s right!”

Kiiro!

The Kamang family erupted in noisy protests, outraged that Sejun had chosen a name that was too ordinary.

Among them, certain members—Mubalpchil, Meokbupal, Besugu, Shipdeokgu, and Kkabeulto—were especially vocal. They had every right to criticize.

However...

“Hehehe. Fine. I’ll put real effort into naming the joint attack with Kamang next time. I’ll do it properly.”

Squeak?! Squeak! Squeak!

[What?! No! Master! Keep naming things like this! Who said our master was bad at naming things?!]

“Wait... weren’t you just—”

Kiiro?

“The Great Kamang, why the sudden change?!”

At Sejun’s one remark, Kamang immediately reversed its attitude, scolding its subordinates instead.

Thus, the combined attack of Sejun and Theo was officially named Seo Beam.

[Skill: Namer’s Talent has been activated.]

[Seo Beam has been imbued with special effects.]

[Attack power of Seo Beam increased by 5%.]

[Top Coin consumption when using Seo Beam decreased by 3%.]

[Defeating enemies with Seo Beam rewards 1 trillion Top Coins.]

The Namer’s Talent skill bestowed these unique effects upon Seo Beam.

“Oh. Vice Chairman Theo, if we defeat Corruption with this technique, we’ll get money!”

“Puhuhu. It’s all thanks to me, nyang!”

“No way! I came up with the name!”

“Puhuhu. Without me, Vice Chairman Theo, the joint attack wouldn’t have existed, nyang!”

While Sejun and Theo bickered over who deserved credit...

“Nyaa...”

Hiren regained consciousness.

“Guys, Mom’s awake!”

One of the children standing guard by Hiren ran to inform the others who were playing nearby.

“Mom, are you okay now?!”

“Mom, are you really okay?!”

The children rushed over, surrounding Hiren with chattering concern.

“Nya-haha. Mom’s fine, nyang.”

Hiren smiled brightly at their worried faces, her heart swelling with warmth and happiness. The deep void within her heart now only occupied a tiny corner.

Why do I feel like this?

While Hiren was sorting through her awkward emotions...

“You’re awake? How do you feel?”

Sejun approached, Theo perched on his lap.

“Ugly guy is coming near Mom!”

“Mom fainted earlier because of that ugly guy!”

“Ugly guy, stay away!”

“No uglies allowed!”

The feline children boldly stood in front of Hiren, blocking Sejun’s path with newfound confidence.

“What? Didn’t you all say I was handsome earlier?! Lying will bring punishment!”

Despite being the one who forced them to lie, Sejun threatened them with a smug grin.

But...

“Hmph! Mom said it’s okay to lie if it’s necessary!”

“Yeah! What’s that thing called... uh...”

“Pah-something, white lies!”

“Yeah! It’s a white lie! Pah only told a white lie!”

“We told white lies, so we won’t get punished!”

The children smirked as they turned Sejun’s logic against him.

These brats! Changing their tune so easily?!

Sejun felt utterly defeated.

“White lies?! Seriously?!”

The term felt like salt on a wound.

“...But lies are still lies. Queng.”

Naturally, Sejun wasn’t going to let it slide.

Queng?!

[Dad, you called Queng, nyo?!]

Hearing Sejun’s call, Queng abandoned sniffing herbs and sprinted toward him.

Why didn’t Sejun handle this himself? Because explaining would hurt too much. A hint: the feline kids were from a level-nine world.

“Queng, these brats lied to Dad. What do we say about people who lie?”

Sejun tattled to Queng.

Queng! Queng!

[Lying makes you a bad person, nyo! People who lie should be punished, nyo!]

Queng pulled out its Thunder Rod, ready to dispense justice.

Thwack. Thwack.

Queng smacked the rod against its palm as it advanced on the children. Dark clouds began gathering in the sky, intensifying their fear.

“Nyaaah!”

“We’re sorry!”

“We won’t lie again!”

The children begged for forgiveness, hiding behind Hiren.

“Puhuhu. Justice prevails.”

Sejun flashed a victorious grin as he watched the repentant children.

“Teaching kids about white lies? What a great lesson.”

Sejun threw a jab at Hiren.

“Nya-haha. You can’t survive without lying, nyang.”

Hiren laughed brightly in response, but though her expression remained unbothered, her voice betrayed the pain she couldn’t fully conceal.

Sejun sensed that Hiren’s life hadn’t been easy.

“Here, eat this.”

Feeling sorry, Sejun handed her a bowl of creamy corn potato soup.

“Now! How about we go treasure hunting?!”

Sejun gathered the group and led them away, leaving Hiren behind to sort through her complicated emotions alone.

“Puhuhu. Sounds great, nyang!”

“Kihihi. I’m excited!”

Queng!

Squeak!

The group cheered in agreement.

“Let’s do it!”

“I want to join too~!”

“Pah wants to join! I’m raising both hands!”

The children, who had been confined to a prison, were ecstatic just to roam outside and eagerly followed Sejun like ducklings.

Leading his group and the children, Sejun left, leaving Hiren alone behind.

Hiren quietly sipped the soup Sejun had given her.

“Sniff... nya... sniff...”

And then, she broke down into uncontrollable sobs.

The warmth of the soup brought a strange comfort to her turbulent emotions.

It dredged up the guilt she had buried deep in her heart: guilt for standing by as <Nya-Mok> fell, self-loathing for having treated children as mere collectibles. All the emotions she had suppressed surfaced.

Hiren cried for a long time.

“Nya-haha... I’m just crying because the soup’s a bit bland, and there’s no salt.”

Feeling embarrassed, even though no one was there, she tried blaming Sejun’s cooking in a half-hearted attempt to save face.

She scooped another spoonful of soup, this time with her tears mixed in, and ate it.

The tears made the soup salty, but her heart felt lighter, clearer.

The Temple of Creation

Swish.

“It’s done.”

The God of Creation had finished crafting five new paintings using the orbs produced during Emilia’s creation of the Elixir of Great Growth—a result of her inexperience.

“Hm.”

The God of Creation examined the paintings.

The first depicted the future Creator hunched over in their room, holding their head with small hands, a single sheet of paper before them.

In the second painting, the future Creator was furiously writing on the paper, while the red serpent of Corruption crept silently from their shadow.

The third showed the serpent whispering into the future Creator’s ear. In the fourth, the Creator clutched the paper with a tortured expression.

The final painting revealed the future Creator succumbing to Corruption’s words, hiding the paper between bricks in a wall.

“Is it here?”

Leaving the temple, the God of Creation searched for the location depicted in the paintings. Soon, they found the gap between the bricks.

Pluck.

The God of Creation retrieved a folded paper.

Rustle.

Unfolding it, they read:

"Dear Creator, I’m sorry. I accidentally broke a plate in the kitchen. I didn’t do it on purpose..."

It was an apology letter to the God of Creation.

“So that’s when...”

The God of Creation pinpointed the moment this was written.

“Oh?! A plate’s missing.”

One day, a plate had vanished from the kitchen.

“Did the future Creator break it?”

Sensing a growing tension with the future Creator at the time, the God of Creation had quietly replaced the plate, not wanting to worsen their relationship.

But...

“They were writing a letter of apology...”

Perhaps the future Creator’s descent into Corruption wasn’t entirely their own fault.

Perhaps the God of Creation’s failure to handle things properly had contributed.

Lost in thought, the God of Creation didn’t notice the paintings shifting.

Swish.

In the altered paintings, the apology letter was handed to the God of Creation, who scolded the future Creator until they cried.

But then, the two created a new plate together. Their initial awkward expressions softened into bright smiles.

Simultaneously, a fragment of pure emotion separated from Corruption and trembled as it hid itself in the land of Despair.

“Puhuhu. Chairman Park, this way, nyang!”

Theo pointed with his paw to a massive crater created during Iona and Hiren’s battle.

Originally, the treasure was buried deep beneath Eryon Castle, accessible only through a hidden passage. But the crater made the passage unnecessary.

“Let’s go, everyone!”

Sejun, his companions, and the children leaped into the crater.

After about five minutes of freefalling...

“Huh?!”

Sejun spotted an unnaturally constructed wall.

Whoosh.

Queng, noticing the same thing, used its telekinesis to stop everyone.

Approaching the wall, Sejun declared, “Open the way.”

Boom.

Using his talent as a transcendent stone artisan, Sejun carved a hole through the wall.

“Whoa!”

On the other side, treasures glittered, filling the room. It looked like there was about 500 trillion worth of riches.

Hehehe. Money!

Puhuhu. So much fuel to burn, nyang!

Sejun and Theo both gazed at the treasure, each with very different thoughts.

“Come on, everyone, let’s gather it up!”

As Sejun and his companions began collecting the treasure...

“Ugh, heavy!”

“Yap!”

“Nyah... It’s so heavy...”

The children enthusiastically helped, motivated by Sejun’s promise of delicious food.

“Nya-hihi. If it’s too heavy, just carry a little like me.”

Pahna smugly held a single gold coin and placed it in Sejun’s spatial storage.

“Pahna, if you only carry that much, you’ll only get a tiny portion of food from that ugly guy.”

“What?! What do you mean?”

“Look over there. The black puppy and its underlings are watching us like hawks. They’re counting how much we’re carrying.”

“Nyahk! Really?! No way!”

Panicked, Pahna quickly started working harder.

Heh... So sleepy...

Watching the kids work, Kamang struggled to keep its eyes open.

Several hours later...

Kiro-long.

Kamang finally succumbed to sleep.

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Sigh. “How do you plan to guard the house like this?”

Sejun picked up the sleeping Kamang and placed it in his sling bag.

“Alright, everyone, let’s go!”

Leading his companions and the children, Sejun began the climb back to the surface.

Back above ground...

“Hiren, what are you doing?”

Sejun spotted Hiren relocating the animals and plants from the castle prison.

She was attempting to right her past wrongs, even belatedly.

Sniff. Sniff.

Queng!

[I smell the herb Queng was searching for, nyo!]

Among the plants Hiren was replanting, Queng excitedly dug one up.

Queng!

[Here, Dad, catch, nyo!]

Queng presented the herb to Sejun.

[Baby Doll Polygonum]

It was one of the five sacred herbs needed to become an SS-grade Top Farmer.

“Hehehe. Only one left.”

Holding the herb, Sejun grinned.

Now, all he needed was the Baby Doll Glacier Grass to complete his journey to SS-grade mastery.