Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 706: Did They Really Hate the Dried Sweet Potato Jerky?

Temple of the Creator God.

“Bwahahaha! As expected, there’s no one like our Sejun!”

“Right? Sending us drinks and snacks like this!”

“Hahaha! Sejun knows that we’ve been suffering because of him.”

The nine great dragon leaders were overjoyed to receive the drinks and snacks Sejun had sent through the dragon statue.

At that moment —

“What do you all think you’re doing?!”

The Creator God burst in, glaring furiously at the leaders who were about to throw a drinking party.

From the Creator God’s perspective, it was only natural.

His lifespan was running out, and in order to send Sejun to the Land of Destruction to resolve the current crisis, they had to hurry and complete the construction of his chamber.

But instead of working, the leaders were thinking about having a good time, so of course, the Creator God was furious.

“C-Creator God, it’s not like that...”

Kaiser quickly stepped forward, trying to explain that Sejun had sent the drinks and snacks to share with the Creator God.

“Silence! I am greatly disappointed in all of you!”

The Creator God, overwhelmed with disappointment, refused to listen to Kaiser’s explanation.

“...”

“...”

“...”

The leaders stood in stunned silence, unable to utter a single word under the Creator God’s icy glare. The oppressive silence lasted for about a minute.

[Oh?! Isn’t that the food and drink made by Sejun?! What are you doing, not eating?! If it gets cold, it won’t taste as good! Well, Sejun’s food is always delicious, but it’s less delicious when it’s cold! Hurry up and eat! Hurry!]

Flamy’s worksite foreman, Flamy 205, gathered the Creator God, the leaders, and Emilia and Amur into a circle.

“Ahem. So it was made by Sejun? Why didn’t you say so?”

The Creator God cleared his throat awkwardly and raised his glass.

“I’ll pour for you!”

“Haha, very well.”

Kaiser quickly grabbed the bottle and poured a drink for the Creator God.

I was going to do that!

Kaiser, you sly bastard!

The other leaders glared daggers at Kaiser.

Meanwhile —

Gulp.

The Creator God downed a glass of Samyangju.

“Phew.”

A sigh of satisfaction escaped him as the drink slid down his throat.

I don’t have much time left to live, and yet I’m only now discovering this taste...

His expression was filled with both amazement and regret.

At that moment —

“Creator God, please try this! It’s even better after taking a sip of alcohol!”

Ramter, who had been waiting for his chance, quickly grabbed a piece of meat pancake made from slime meat with his chopsticks and politely held it out.

“Ahem.”

‘Honestly, the drink is so clean that I was craving something a bit greasy...’

Pretending to be reluctant, the Creator God accepted the meat pancake and took a bite.

Munch. Munch.

As he chewed, a pleased smile spread across his face.

‘We understand that feeling too well.’

‘Absolutely. No question about it.’

‘We’re dying to show him other combinations.’

The leaders watched the Creator God with satisfied grins, nodding in agreement.

...?

...?

Of course, Emilia and Amur, who had no idea what was going on, just stared blankly at the Creator God’s face, waiting for the command to eat.

A moment later —

“Alright. Fill the glasses.”

“”“Yes!”””

At the Creator God’s command, the leaders, Emilia, and Amur filled their glasses with Samyangju.

“And for you.”

[Hehe. Yes, thank you.]

The Creator God poured a single drop of dew into Flamy 205’s concave leaf.

Then —

“To Creation!”

“””Cheers!”””

Together, they clinked glasses and joyfully drank.

After several days, the workers finally had some well-deserved rest.

[Alright! Let’s get back to work!]

With the rousing call of worksite foreman Flamy 205, the final construction work began.

***

99th Floor of the Black Tower.

‘They must have received it by now, right?’

Swoosh.

[You have harvested a Strong Lower Body Radish.]

...

..

.

“Hm hm hm.”

Sejun hummed cheerfully as he plucked radishes, having successfully sent the drinks and snacks to the leaders.

And —

“Nya nya nya.”

“Kyut kyut kyut.”

Queng!

Kkiyol!

Following Sejun’s tune, the others were moving to their own rhythm.

Despite the complete lack of harmony, strangely enough, it felt comforting, and oddly enough, it was pleasant to listen to.

(Bat-Bat...)

Even Bat-Bat, who was asleep, unconsciously let out a sound, adding a somewhat harmonious undertone to the noise.

As expected, a pro was different.

While Sejun and the group continued singing and working joyfully —

“This is the room of Rascal, the God of Thieves.”

Buzz.

[Thank you.]

Sweetie, guided by the guard, arrived at Rascal’s cell in the underground prison.

Creak.

Entering the cell —

“A roommate? Or a guard?”

Rascal asked, smirking with his right eye covered by an eyepatch.

Despite being called the God of Thieves, Rascal had a rather plump figure and taut, glossy skin, looking far from agile. Before being brought to Tartarus, Rascal had disappeared for a while, only to reappear with his right eye missing — as confirmed by the prison records.

“Are you the God of Thieves, Rascal?”

Sweetie responded to Rascal’s question with another question.

“Judging by your attitude, you’re not a roommate. I’ve been bored here by myself lately, what a pity. Yes, I am Rascal, the God of Thieves.”

Rascal grinned so widely that his left eye was almost closed.

“Keh keh keh. I heard you defeated Heta, the God of Tyrants, and became the new warden? Tsk tsk tsk. Becoming the warden is nothing but trouble... What’s so great about it...”

Rascal clicked his tongue and muttered in a pitiful tone as if speaking to himself.

But his words were clearly meant for Sweetie to hear.

There were multiple implications behind Rascal’s words and actions:

First, even though he’s locked up, he knows everything that’s happening in here.

Second, the warden was replaced without his permission.

Third, he has no intention of cooperating with Sweetie.

And then —

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz?

[There are more good things here than I expected. But you're quite well-informed despite being in the underground. Do you have an informant?]

Sweetie’s voice was lazy as he spoke, eyes fixed on Rascal, having discerned his intentions.

He expected some sort of reaction to his words, but...

Rascal’s hollow left eye remained utterly still, unmoving.

He was a formidable opponent, adept at psychological warfare.

This won’t be easy.

Sweetie cast one last glance at Rascal and then —

Creak.

— left the prison without hesitation.

Of course, he hadn’t given up.

Sweetie was a being who had risen from a regular poison bee to the Queen Mother of the Poison Bees, the pinnacle of poison bee power.

Without Sejun’s help, it would have been impossible, but not just anyone could have achieved it even with Sejun’s aid.

It was possible because he possessed that level of capability.

Moreover, he now had the experience of ruling over the Poison Bees as the Queen Mother.

And first, I need to teach him who really owns this place.

Sweetie knew exactly what needed to be done first.

‘A purge is necessary to eliminate Rascal’s eyes and ears that have spread throughout Tartarus. A purge that will flow with blood and honey.’

A sweet, bloody wind began to blow in Tartarus.

“Guests are here.”

“Huh?! More of them?”

“Why are there so many visitors today?”

At the same time, in the Sanctuary of Forgotten Gods, the undertakers were busy as more and more dead gods continued to pour in.

“Please state your name, starting with the first one who arrived.”

“I am Helta, the God of Tyranny.”

“The Warden...?”

Of course, there was some confusion.

***

The Next Dawn.

Inside Kkamang’s mental realm.

Just as Kkamang’s family and Sejun were about to begin the ritual of apology —

Grrrruk.

Corruption revealed himself.

And —

“Thanks for doing me that favor.”

Sejun sincerely expressed his gratitude to Corruption.

-Keh keh keh. What are you talking about? I didn’t do you a favor. I was just doing my job!

Corruption dismissed Sejun’s gratitude, pretending it was nothing.

But Sejun could see it clearly.

The crescent-shaped, narrowly slanted eyes of Corruption, slightly curved in a half-moon shape, and the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly.

And when he focused on them individually, each feature was surprisingly attractive.

Those eyes could enchant people on their own.

And those perfectly aligned teeth.

Definitely a hidden charmer.

Sejun’s fondness for Corruption grew as he discovered more of his hidden charms.

‘Of course, I wouldn’t fall for him. I’m already bewitched by Aileen. Hehehe.’

Sejun, lost in thoughts of Aileen, grinned like an idiot as he vividly imagined her eyes.

With Aileen’s natural, unfiltered celestial beauty, plus the rose-colored lenses of Sejun’s infatuation and nostalgia, it was impossible for Sejun to be captivated by anyone else.

-What the hell are you grinning about?!

Corruption, who had been feeling good just moments before, suddenly snapped, his irritation flaring.

Sejun’s foolish grin inexplicably rubbed him the wrong way.

“It’s nothing. More importantly, try this.”

Sejun quickly erased the silly grin and offered Corruption a piece of dried Royal Sweet Potato Jerky, made from the exceptionally flavorful Royal Sweet Potatoes.

Of course, he didn’t get too close.

They were at the stage where they could exchange a few words, but the heart was unpredictable.

-I don’t want it.

Corruption’s refusal.

Just in case, Sejun decided to ask three more times.

But —

“It’s really delicious.”

-I said I don’t want it.

“It’s tasty, I promise.”

-I said no!

Repeating the same words over and over again finally pushed Corruption over the edge, and he yelled.

He regretted it as soon as he raised his voice, but once the anger had boiled over, it was like a runaway train — unstoppable.

And then —

Gooooong.

The ominous aura of Corruption began to spread, consuming the surroundings.

“Vice Chairman Theo! Fusion Beam!”

“Understood, nya!”

Fwoosh!

Sejun and Theo combined their attacks and dealt with Corruption.

After that, they couldn’t have a proper conversation with Corruption, as he remained in a state of perpetual rage.

While Sejun and the group continued their apologies —

“Ik! I wanted to eat it too!”

Corruption, left behind in the Land of Destruction, screamed in frustration.

“Look at my mouth! Would I look cute eating with this mouth?! Would you still like me if I ate like this?!”

“Eek!”

Corruption grabbed one of the hidden mental projections —

Crunch. Crunch.

He stared at his reflection in the black water.

Among the many mouths, he tried eating as carefully as possible with the one located just below where ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) his original mouth should have been.

But every time he chewed, drool dripped down uncontrollably.

Ugly.

Disgusting.

Hideous.

Corruption could no longer suppress his self-loathing.

“Damn it! Why do I look like this?! Aaaaargh!”

His anguished roar echoed through the Land of Destruction, painting the world red.

And then —

Rip.

Another eye and mouth formed on Corruption’s body, making him even more grotesque.

***

99th Floor of the Black Tower.

Upon waking up, Sejun made his usual rounds, first stopping by the Catastrophe Farm and then the 10th Tower before arriving at Kkamyeol Grand Star.

“So, after throwing such a fit...”

From a distance, Sejun could see the Ogres and Planet-Destroying Turtles lined up, standing guard.

Once Corruption had cooled down somewhat, he started to worry. What if Sejun dislikes me for losing my temper?

Anxious about Sejun’s reaction, Corruption hastily opened the Black Gate and sent over the same number of Ogres and Planet-Destroying Turtles as he had yesterday.

“Did he really hate the dried sweet potato jerky?”

Sejun muttered to himself, convinced that Corruption must have despised the sweet potato jerky.

Kking?! Kking!

[Who dares to hate the dried sweet potato jerky made by the Master?! If anyone hates sweet potato jerky, the Great Kkamang will punish them!]

Kkamang barked furiously, his rage boiling over at Sejun’s words.

To Kkamang, the idea of anyone hating Sejun’s dried sweet potato jerky was simply unthinkable.

If there was a religion dedicated to sweet potato jerky, Kkamang would surely be its Grand Saint.

“I should bring Quengie.”

Today as well, Sejun went to find Pink Fur.

In Pink Fur’s embrace, Queng was sound asleep.

Sejun carefully carried Queng away.

And then —

Queng! Queng!

[I surrender, da yo! If you don’t surrender, Quengie will punish you, da yo!]

Buk-buk! Buk-buk!

[Show your belly to the Maw of Destruction quickly! That’s your only way to survive!]

Buk-buk! Buk-buk!

[Hey! Get a clue and take care of those Ogres already! Hurry!]

Queng and the Buk-buks were “convincing” the Planet-Destroying Turtles to surrender.

Bzzz.

Bzzz.

Thanks to them, the Ogres were swiftly dealt with as well.

Sejun was now one step closer to fulfilling his dream of becoming a landlord.

Quest Progress:

Exterminate 10,000 Ogres, the Sixth Catastrophe of Destruction (2,121/10,000)

Exterminate 1,000 Planet-Destroying Turtles, the Seventh Catastrophe of Destruction (215/1,000)

“Hehehe. If I keep this up for just eight more days, I’ll be a landlord, huh?”

Sejun checked the quest status and grinned widely.

It was yet another peaceful day for Sejun’s family.

Meanwhile, Sejun, did you forget about me?

Please, hurry and help me grow too.

From the medicinal herb field in front of the house, the Baby Puppet Ginseng waited forlornly for Sejun, all alone.