Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 62Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()

Evening at the Kindergarten of Destruction.

Clap. Slap. Clap. Slap.

“Bat-Bat, how’s this rhythm?”

After putting Taecho to bed, Sejun tapped his palms and Theo’s belly, asking Bat-Bat—who was digesting after eating fruit.

Sejun and his group were composing music. They were determined to become real songwriters, ones who actually received royalties.

“Puhuhu~ It's excellent, nya! With this, we could earn 10,000 Tower Coins in royalties, nya!”

The Great Hybrid Chairman Park is always amazing, nya!

Theo praised Sejun’s music—despite the fact only one line existed so far.

For reference, considering the current exchange rate of Tower Coins was 2 million won each, the royalties Theo mentioned came out to 2 billion won. Completely absurd for a debut composer. But of course, Theo would somehow make it happen.

Kkuhehehe. Queng!

[Hehehe. Dad, Queng will play with his belly too, da-yo!]

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Queng proudly offered his belly and tapped it with his front paws.

Kihihit! Ngh!

[Heehee~ Servant! Give Kkobang a part too!]

Jingle!

[Sejun, trust in Kkobang, the master of rhythm who can switch between regular and syncopated beats freely!]

Kkamang worked hard to pitch Kkobang’s talent.

“Kyuu-Kyuu—‘Master’ isn’t a word to use for something like this.”

Unfortunately, Kkobang’s word choice rubbed Iona the wrong way.

Jingle! Cling!

[I deeply apologize for offending Iona! Let’s change the title to ‘Rhythm Killer Kkobang’ instead!]

As expected of the Bell-Talent holder—he immediately backtracked and corrected himself.

Just like that, the scene around Sejun turned lively with a single word.

(Bat-Bat: Sejun, that’s a bit plain...)

Clap. Slap-slap. Clap. Slap. Clap-clap.

(How about switching it up like this?)

Bat-Bat cautiously offered his opinion.

“Oh. That’s good! You really are Singer-King Bat-Bat.”

(Bat-Hehet. Not at all. I just tweaked what you gave me a little. It’s only good because your rhythm was already solid.)

“Hehehe. Really?”

Come to think of it, I’ve always wanted to try songwriting.

Maybe I really do have a gift for composition.

Bat-Bat’s humble reply quickly inflated Sejun’s ego.

“Bat-Bat, then how about this?”

Ddi-dda-dda. Thump~ddat. Clap. Ddat. Drururur.

Sejun began playing a wild rhythm on Theo and Queng’s bellies.

Thankfully, Bat-Bat demonstrated his true musical genius by turning even Sejun’s chaos into a pleasant beat.

And then—

Ngh?

[Bat-Bat, when does Kkobang get to shake the bell?]

When Sejun wouldn’t give in, Kkamang started pitching to Bat-Bat instead.

Clearly, Bat-Bat was the real decision-maker. Sejun just nodded along to whatever Bat-Bat suggested.

Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!

[Bat-Bat! Please just give me one chance and I’ll jingle like my life depends on it! Jingle! Jingle!]

Kkobang shook his bell with all his might to prove himself.

(Bat-Bat: Got it. I’ll signal you when it’s your time to shine.)

Jingle! Jingle!

[Yes! Thank you so much!]

Kkobang finally got a part.

As they continued composing through the night—

Gororong.

Kyurorong.

Kurorong.

Kkirorong.

Everyone gradually fell asleep.

“Now that the composition’s done, all that’s left is the lyrics.”

(Bat-Bat: Yes. You worked hard, Sejun.)

“Hehehe. Nah. You did more, Bat-Bat.”

After exchanging compliments, the two started writing lyrics.

An hour later—

(A cool breeze cools your sweat. Looks like you’ve been running hard.)

Bat-Bat sang the finished song for the guide recording.

The lyrics compared life to running a race—offering comfort that after hardship, a second wind would come.

After wrapping up the recording—

“To send this to agencies, I need to make a new Stargram account first.”

He picked a name that screamed “composer energy”:

sjbb_music

Combining Sejun’s initials (SJ) and Bat-Bat’s (BB), with “music” at the end.

He decided to call it “Sujububu Music” out loud.

“Sujububu Music... Wow. That’s a really good name.”

Sejun spoke the name of his newly founded label aloud, praising himself.

Then—

Hello. This is Park Sejun, CEO of Sujububu Music. I’m sending this because we made an insanely amazing song. Please listen and contact us.

He wrote a message with some genuine effort and sent it via DM.

“All done. Oh—need to attach the file.”

He almost forgot the most important part: the song itself.

Sejun searched his phone and attached the recording.

[1.mp3]

The file name wasn’t the song title, just a note that it was the first one he made.

After sending it to dozens of agencies—

(Ba-yawm...)

Bat-Bat, who had been watching from the side, yawned and rubbed his eyes with his wings. Morning had come.

(Bat-Hehet. Sejun, I’m going to sleep now. I had so much fun making a song with you.)

“Me too. Let’s do it again next time. Sleep well, Bat-Bat.”

Sejun cupped Bat-Bat’s small body in his hands.

Rub. Rub.

He gently rubbed Bat-Bat’s belly with his thumbs.

(Bat-Hehe...)

Bat-Bat purred, enjoying the belly rubs—

Baa-ro-roong.

—and soon fell asleep, snoring softly.

Once Bat-Bat was asleep—

“Too early to sleep myself... Guess I’ll make snacks?”

Sejun headed to the kitchen and began preparing snacks: boiled fish paste to make churu, steamed rice cakes, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted peanuts, and cakes.

Cake flavors included: chocolate, cheese, strawberry, kiwi, peach, blueberry... a total of 20 varieties.

One hour later—

“Hehehe. Nice. This should be enough snacks for the week.”

Sejun looked at the mountain of snacks with a satisfied smile.

“Now for breakfast.”

He began cooking again.

A little while later—

“Good morning, Sejun.”

“Ddonddan-nim, give me food!”

The morning at the Kindergarten of Destruction had begun.

***

Green Tower, 65th Floor

Bwaaak!

[Smash!]

Thud!

Whimper.

Groan... cough...

[Ugh... That was... a good match...]

After taking a hammer blow to the side, the Green Gnoll boss, Gnollnoll, gasped out his final words.

Bwaaak! Bwaaak!

[Yes! Thank you for fighting me!]

Blacktorch bowed in gratitude.

Now that the other four towers were connected to the Black Tower, Blacktorch, Shaki, and Ddoongi were traveling to the other towers and sparring with the locals.

Being from the Black Tower, most residents were initially cautious or hostile.

Bwaaak?

[By the way, do you know someone named Park Sejun?]

“Of course! Who doesn’t know Chairman Park of Sejun Company, protected by the Great Green Dragon, Ophelia Eolg? Why do you ask?”

Bwaaak!

[He’s my uncle!]

“What? How can I believe that?”

Bwaaak...

[This is the tattoo he gave me, and this is the badge from Uncle Theo...]

Blacktorch, Shaki, and Ddoongi showed off their dragon tattoos and Theo’s compliment badge.

“It’s true?! You’re the Chairman’s nephew? What an honor. Please make yourself at home.”

The moment they proved their connection to Sejun, the locals became warm and welcoming.

After a few days traveling around the other towers, Blacktorch realized—

His uncle was really famous.

Not just in the Black Tower—Sejun’s name carried weight in every tower. The uncle who once endured training under the Bull King now felt enormous to him.

“Three carrot noodles, please.”

Bwaaak!

[Yes, coming right up!]

I’ll become just like my uncle.

While preparing noodles, Blacktorch made his vow. To fund the trip, they kept running their food cart.

And—

“I heard the carrot dishes here are amazing?”

“Don’t you see the line? This place is legendary.”

The queue stretched about 500 meters—some customers were locals, others tower tourists like Blacktorch himself.

Word of the “Black-White-White” Food Cart operated by Blacktorch, Shaki, and Ddoongi began spreading across the five towers.

The name came from the colors of the trio, in that order. Blacktorch’s naming skills were clearly inherited from Sejun (for better or worse).

With food and naming talent—

Blacktorch was slowly becoming more like Sejun.

“What the hell?! Who said you could set up shop here?! If you want to run a business, you’ve gotta pay protection money to me, Tutu the Underworld Headbutt King of the Green Boar Tribe!”

Bwaaak! Bwaaak!

[Don’t care! Come at me!]

Fortunately, the food cart attracted not just customers but also local thugs—giving Blacktorch plenty of battle experience.

***

<Earth>

Ten days had passed since Sejun started submitting one song per day.

“Why hasn’t anyone replied?”

Sejun checked his phone, growing anxious.

He was confident at first, but with each silent day, his self-assurance shrank.

“Maybe I’m just not known enough?”

Should I advertise?

Putting up ads in a high-traffic area might help...

“No. Our company is all about musical integrity. No ads.”

When exactly did he decide that?

Either way, Sejun crossed that option off.

What about using connections?

Through Sedol’s girlfriend Sera of Moonlight Fairy, he could get his song to one of Korea’s top three labels, DD Entertainment.

But—

If it comes to that, might as well just buy a label.

He didn’t want to go that far. Too much hassle.

Just then—

[A quest has occurred.]

[Quest: Locate the [Child of Creation Tainted by Destruction] attempting to destroy <Shyunk> and bring them to the Kindergarten of Destruction.]

Reward: Increases [Earring of Radiant Darkness] capacity by 5%.

Earth (Lv. 6) evolution EXP +1.2%

A message appeared before Sejun.

I need a break anyway.

“Guys, let’s go pick up the new kid!”

Sejun called his companions.

“Puhuhu~ Sounds great, nya!”

Queng!

Ngh!

“Yay!”

Everyone clung to Sejun’s body and got ready to depart.

A short while later—

[You have arrived on the 1st Floor of the Black Tower.]

Sejun and his group entered the Black Tower. It was fine to open the gate to the tenth tower from Earth—but dimensional gates were still risky.

Levels 8 and 9 were manageable, but connecting to a Level 10 world could be catastrophic.

If unlucky, Earth might get absorbed—or torn apart.

(Bat-Bat: I’ll open it now!)

Whoosh.

Bat-Bat opened the dimensional gate to <Shyunk>.

“Thanks, Bat-Bat.”

Rub. Rub.

Sejun rubbed Bat-Bat’s belly—

Baa-ro-roong.

—and put him back to sleep. He needed to be well-rested to help with songwriting later.

“Let’s go.”

“Puhuhu~ Roger that, nya!”

Sejun and his companions stepped through the gate into <Shyunk>.

[You have arrived in the Level 5 world <Shyunk>.]

“A Level 5 world, huh?”

Sejun surveyed the area [N O V E L I G H T] with a hint of arrogance. At his current level, he was on par with an average person from a Level 8 world.

Even the heroes of Level 5 were weaker than him. Though sometimes, strange exceptions popped up.

“Puhuhu~ The great hybrid Chairman Park shall scout this side, nya! Vice-Chairman Theo, reporting!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. I’ll cover this side!”

Queng!

[Then Queng will take this side, da-yo!]

Even without Sejun's orders, Theo, Iona, and Queng immediately began scouting.

Kihihit. Ngh!

[Heehee~ The mighty Kkamang will protect the servant!]

Kkamang sat down with his butt pressed to Sejun’s foot, guarding him—

Kirorong.

—and promptly fell asleep.

As expected, Kkamang was not to be relied on.

“Kkamang oppa, you sleeping? You’re supposed to play with Taecho!”

Taecho followed Sejun, grabbing Kkamang’s cheek to wake him.

But—

Ngh...

[So sleepy...]

Kkamang didn’t budge.

“Heehee~ That’s okay! Then you can come along with me!”

Taecho picked him up like a stuffed animal and dragged him around.

“Daddy, you come too!”

“Alright.”

Taecho grabbed Sejun’s hand with her free one and excitedly explored the surroundings.

[Taecho’s Journal]

Today, Daddy, Kkamang, and I explored a world called <Shyunk>. We didn’t find treasure. But when Daddy sang a song...

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