Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 678: The Precious Trash Car
Sejun’s Mental World.
A gentle breeze brushed past as Sejun strolled through his farm.
“Hm-hm-hm,” he hummed a light tune.
Sejun was in an incredibly good mood.
The reason?
Hehehe. Why do I feel so good? It’s like I could fly. I’ll soar all the way to the sky.
He was on the verge of leaving behind all worldly attachments, blissfully unaware that it meant his life was nearing its end.
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Queng!
[I finished it all!]
Squeak!
[Queng-hyung, you’re amazing!]
Queng had endured and eaten Blackie’s bitter melon salad as well, prompting the two to celebrate together.
And then—
“The fifth dish by Fugaro is—The House of Candy!”
The fifth challenge began.
“This dish is too large to serve at the tables. Participants, please follow me!”
The host led the participants to a new area, where hundreds of life-sized houses made entirely of candy awaited them.
It would’ve been great if Yuren-hyung was here, too.
As Queng briefly thought about Yuren—
“Please start your meals!”
The host’s announcement marked the beginning of the candy feast.
Quhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. This is fun!]
Relieved from the bitterness of the last dish, Queng enthusiastically began munching on the candy house, starting boldly with the walls.
Giggle. Squeak!
[Hehe! This is fun!]
Blackie ran around inside the candy house before stopping at the doorknob.
Hehe! It tastes like sweet potato!
Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.
Blackie started nibbling on the doorknob.
But soon—
Squeak...
[Queng-hyung, the great Blackie is too full...]
Blackie, now sporting a bloated belly, flopped onto its back and looked to Queng for help.
Quhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Leave it to me!]
Still less than 10% full, Queng happily polished off Blackie’s share as well.
Once the candy house challenge was completed, around 700 participants remained.
“Now it’s decision time.”
Before revealing the sixth dish, the host once again asked whether participants wanted to quit and take their prize money or continue the challenge.
“And starting now, dishes worthy of Fugaro’s title as the Chef of Death will be served. Participants must eat their own dishes. Sharing or avoiding will result in elimination.”
From this point on, there would be no room for tricks. The real “Dangerous Dinner Show” was about to begin.
Queng!
[Blackie is too full to eat, so it’s taking a break!]
Squeak! Squeak!
[Alright! The great Blackie will cheer you on instead!]
Blackie joined the 100 participants who opted to quit, leaving 600 to face the sixth dish.
Shortly after—
Ding.
The bell from the kitchen rang.
“The sixth dish by Fugaro is—meatballs infused with the venom of Odusa!”
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Ten dark red meatballs were placed in front of each contestant.
True to the “Chef of Death” name, the dish contained poison.
Gulp.
Of course, for Queng, it was no problem.
Queng...
[It’s a bit lacking, though...]
If there was an issue, it was the portion size.
The next dishes escalated further:
Seventh, eighth, and ninth dishes featured not only stronger poison but extreme bitterness, sourness, and saltiness in enormous portions.
By the ninth dish, Queng was the only participant left standing.
The others had either failed to eat, been unable to endure the poison, or had given up entirely.
“Now, Queng, will you quit here and take the prize of 3 trillion 628.8 billion Tower Coins? Or will you challenge Fugaro’s tenth dish and aim for 20 times the prize?”
Queng!
[I’ll take the challenge!]
Queng answered without a second thought.
It couldn’t calculate how much the prize would increase, as it still struggled with numbers over 10,000.
I want to earn more for Dad’s treatment!
Queng’s sole motivation was to earn as much as possible for Sejun.
“Oho! Queng has chosen to face Fugaro’s tenth dish! For the first time in the history of the Dangerous Dinner Show, we’ll witness the Chef of Death’s final creation!”
The host’s voice brimmed with excitement.
In hundreds of past shows, Fugaro had never had to make the tenth dish—contestants either quit or died before reaching it.
After a brief wait—
Ding.
The kitchen bell rang once more.
“The name of Fugaro’s tenth dish is—Tears of the Devil. It’s a concentrated blend of five flavors and potent poison!”
A plate was placed before Queng, featuring five tiny drops, each no larger than a pinky nail, arranged in the shape of tears.
Though small, the effort and rare ingredients required to create the dish were unparalleled.
However—
This is disappointing!
Queng sniffed the dish and immediately judged it subpar.
Its innate talent as a Gourmet—which filled it with a sense of satisfaction when eating delicious food—had evolved to the point where Queng could gauge taste and fullness just from the aroma.
Compared to Sejun’s cooking, Fugaro’s dish didn’t even come close.
Lick. Lick.
Queng casually licked up the drops as if it were eating any ordinary snack.
Still not full! I can’t wait to eat Dad’s cooking!
Gulp.
Thinking about Sejun’s meals, Queng swallowed the “Tears of the Devil.”
“Oho! Queng has consumed the Tears of the Devil! If it endures for one minute, the prize of 72 trillion 576 billion Tower Coins will be its!”
The host began the countdown.
“59! 58!”
Giggle. Squeak! Squeak!
[Hehe! Hey, host, hurry up and pay up! The great Blackie’s hyung can handle this easily!]
Blackie urged the host, full of confidence.
“2! 1!”
And then—
“Success! Queng has completed Fugaro’s tenth dish and survived the Dangerous Dinner Show! Congratulations, Queng!”
The host celebrated Queng’s victory.
At that moment—
Clap. Clap. Clap.
“Well done.”
In the Kitchen
As Fugaro, the "Chef of Death," stepped forward clapping his hands, his appearance drew gasps. With a slender frame and an almost ethereal beauty, he could easily be mistaken for a woman.
“Mr. Queng, I have a proposal for you. If you eat my ultimate dish, I’ll pay you 100 times the prize money.”
Fugaro offered Queng a new challenge.
To pay 100 times the current prize of 72 trillion 576 billion Tower Coins, Fugaro would need to wager every bit of money he’d ever earned from his famed dinner shows.
But that didn’t matter.
Though his shows had become wildly popular for their unique concept and earned him an immense fortune, Fugaro, a chef who had dedicated 500 years to his craft, sought something more than wealth.
He had spent his life searching for the perfect guest—someone who could eat his ultimate dish.
More than anything, Fugaro wanted feedback on a dish even he couldn’t taste.
“Oho! Fugaro, the Chef of Death, is making a new proposal! The condition: 100 times the prize money. An extraordinary offer! Queng, will you accept?!”
The host, thrilled by the unexpected twist, exclaimed with excitement.
And then—
Queng!
[I’ll do it!]
Queng accepted Fugaro’s lifelong dream without hesitation.
Hehehe. Queng will earn lots of money!
Even if the food wasn’t particularly satisfying, there was no reason to refuse—money was money.
“Thank you! Please wait just a moment.”
Fugaro hurried into the kitchen to prepare the dish.
Meanwhile, in Sejun’s Camp
It’s a disaster, nya! We’re almost out of money, nya! At this rate, the great hybrid Chairman Park will die, nya!
Theo was growing increasingly anxious as Sejun’s funds dwindled while his treatment continued.
The resources Theo and Iona had contributed were already gone, and even the money Bat-Bat had rushed to gather from Aileen and the dragons was spent.
The dragons, notorious for using their Tower Coins on the Dragon Market, had little to spare.
Despite scraping together everything they could, they were still short by 100 trillion Tower Coins.
He’s the worst junk car ever! High cost, low efficiency!
Still, to Theo, Sejun was a priceless junk car.
There must be money out there, nya! Chairman Park said I’m lucky, nya! Something will come through, nya!
Clinging to its faith in its luck, Theo continued Sejun’s treatment.
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Back at the Dinner Show
Ding.
The kitchen bell rang, signaling the completion of the ultimate dish.
“Oho! The moment we’ve all been waiting for! The bell has rung—Fugaro’s masterpiece is ready!”
The host eagerly took the microphone again.
Step, step.
This time, Fugaro personally carried the dish from the kitchen.
“This dish is the realization of a recipe that existed only in my imagination. I used the finest poisons and ingredients I know to create this soup. I call it A Glimpse of Heaven—a name meant to suggest the experience awaiting those who consume it.”
Fugaro presented the dish to Queng, explaining its concept.
However, upon closer consideration, every aspect of his description was terrifying.
A recipe never before attempted. Packed with all kinds of poisons. A name implying the eater would see heaven—most likely after death.
Gulp.
Queng, however, drank the soup in a single shot without hesitation.
“What... what does it taste like?!”
Don’t die! At least answer before you die!
Fugaro stared at Queng with desperate anticipation.
But—
Queng!
[I’m still hungry!]
Queng’s response was entirely unexpected.
So hungry!
A crisis had emerged. The dish was so unsatisfying that it left Queng feeling even hungrier than before.
Rustle. Rustle.
Queng hurriedly reached into its snack pouch and began devouring the treats Sejun had made, trying to fill its stomach.
While Queng was eating—
“Hungry? Does that mean you want more of my dish?”
Fugaro’s mind spiraled into optimistic delusion.
“If Queng is still hungry, then my cooking must be so delicious it leaves them wanting more!”
Fugaro took Queng’s reaction as the highest compliment.
“Ehehehe. If you enjoyed my cooking so much, allow me to become your personal chef, Queng!”
Fugaro eagerly proposed becoming Queng’s exclusive chef.
Queng!
[I don’t want that!]
Of course, Queng flatly refused.
With the prize money automatically deposited to the Black Card, Queng turned to Blackie.
Queng!
[Let’s go, Blackie!]
Giggle. Squeak!
[Hehe! Let’s go!]
Ignoring Fugaro’s pleas to stay, Queng and Blackie hurriedly left the dinner show.
Elsewhere
“Nya?!”
Money suddenly poured into Sejun’s account, astonishing Theo.
Flash!
“Burn, money! Burn brightly, nya!”
Excitedly, Theo resumed massaging Sejun’s face while burning through the newfound fortune.
“Puhuhut.”
A satisfied grin spread across Theo’s face.
“See? If you trust the great hybrid Chairman Park, even an empty account gets refilled, nya!”
Theo’s faith in Sejun only grew stronger.
A Moment Later
“Puhuhut. All done, nya!”
As Theo completed the treatment—
“I’m flying... Agh!”
Sejun, who had been on the verge of drifting into the afterlife, suddenly twisted and began to undergo a complete rebirth.
