Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 716: Are You Still Curious About Where I Am?

Land of Destruction.

“Is it good?”

Nod. Nod.

In response to Sejun’s question, the boy eating the rice cake vigorously nodded his head.

Yeah, definitely a nasty personality.

Sejun watched the boy while recalling the events that had just unfolded.

Earlier—

Sejun, Theo, and Iona had discovered the boy.

“Iona, can you call Lady Emilla and Lord Amur?”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Yes! Power of Light...!”

Iona raised her hands to the sky, releasing a burst of light as a signal.

A few moments later—

“Park Sejun, what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Sejun, are you okay? You’re not injured, are you?”

The two Apostles of the Creator God rushed over, faces filled with concern.

“I’m fine. But please, take a look at that child over there.”

“A child?”

“What is a child doing here?”

Following Sejun’s gaze, Emilla and Amur spotted the naked young boy.

What the—?!

They were shocked to sense a faint yet undeniable aura of Creation emanating from the child.

Without hesitation, they rushed over and quickly dressed the boy.

However, the moment they started putting clothes on him, the boy woke up.

Bang! Boom! Crash!

Apparently furious at being woken up, the boy staggered to his feet and started flailing his arms at them.

His body movements were clumsy and childlike, but his strength was anything but.

Despite his wild swings, his combat skills were pitiful, and Emilla and Amur managed to subdue him, binding his arms and torso with chains forged from the power of Creation.

“Ik! Ik!”

Unable to move, the boy began to wail.

“Waaah!”

Huge tears streamed down his cheeks as he sobbed.

That’s when—

“Hey, stop crying. If you do, I’ll give you this.”

Sejun, the master of calming down children, stepped forward.

Immediately, the boy stopped crying.

What’s that?

Is it food?

Gulp.

The boy stared at the rice cake Sejun had taken out as a snack, eyes glued to it as he drooled.

His gaze followed the rice cake as it moved up and down.

“Hehehe.”

Yep, a kid is still a kid.

Nothing could beat the allure of food.

“Lady Emilla,” Sejun said.

“I got it.”

Since Sejun couldn’t approach the boy due to the powerful aura surrounding him, Emilla stepped forward and handed the rice cake to the boy.

Nom. Nom.

Oh! It’s yummy!

The boy devoured the rice cake in seconds.

Thrust.

More.

He extended his hand with an arrogant expression, demanding more.

Looks like he understands words. Can he speak, though?

“You have to say ‘Please’ first.”

Sejun kept the next rice cake out of reach, hoping to coax the boy into speaking.

“...”

The boy scowled, his aura flaring slightly as he glared at Sejun.

But—

“Huff! Huff! Huff! How dare you threaten the Great Hybrid Chairman Park-nya?!”

There was a cat who was just as displeased.

And that cat? He didn’t care whether his opponent was young or old.

Whack!

Theo instantly teleported behind the boy and smacked him in the back of the head.

“...”

Why did you hit me?!

The boy shot Theo a wounded look as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Waaah!”

He burst into tears again.

Goooooo.

A heavy aura emanated from him, pressing down on everyone.

“Ugh!”

Sejun struggled to withstand the oppressive energy.

Whack.

“Stop it-nya! Chairman Park is struggling because of you-nya!”

Theo smacked the boy in the head again.

“...”

What did I do wrong... Why did you hit me again?!

The boy, now more confused and upset than ever, clenched his fists and fought back the tears.

He didn’t want to get hit again.

Once he stopped crying—

“Theo, give this to him.”

“Puhuhut. Got it-nya! Here, eat this-nya!”

Theo handed the rice cake to the boy, this time in a less aggressive manner.

Scary guy hits me.

Nice guy gives me food.

In the boy’s mind, Theo became someone to fear, while Sejun became someone to like.

Nom. Nom.

In seconds, the boy devoured the second rice cake.

Thrust.

More.

This time, he extended his hands a bit more politely.

It was an instinctive action.

And then—

“Pwease.”

The boy echoed Sejun’s earlier words.

“Hehehe. Good.”

Sejun handed another rice cake to Theo.

“Puhuhut. Eat it while thanking the Great Hybrid Chairman Park-nya!” Theo said, making a big show of it as he shoved the rice cake into the boy’s mouth.

Nom. Nom.

“Bakkejang?”

The boy tried to repeat the word that stood out the most in Theo’s sentence.

“It’s Chairman Park-nya!”

“Bakkejang.”

“No-nya! It’s Chairman Park-nya!”

“Bak... que... jang!”

The boy’s pronunciation of Sejun’s title grew more and more distorted.

“Can’t you say it properly-nya?!”

“...”

Theo’s loud voice made the boy flinch.

“Theo, don’t bother him while he’s eating. Come back,” Sejun said.

“Puhuhut. Got it-nya!”

Theo reluctantly backed away.

Nom. Nom.

The boy resumed eating, undisturbed this time.

A little while later—

“Pwease.”

Once again, the boy extended his tiny hands.

Cute.

“Hehehe. If you dip it in this, it’ll taste even better.”

Sejun took out some honey.

“Dip pwease.”

Now, the words were coming out automatically.

Sejun chuckled as he dipped the rice cake in honey and handed it over.

The boy ended up eating about ten rice cakes before dozing off, still clutching the last half-eaten rice cake in his hand.

This behavior... it’s just like Kkamang.

Watching the boy sleep, Sejun decided to consider Kkamang a one-year-old from now on.

What good was being old when you acted like a kid?

“Lady Emilla, what should we do with him?”

Sejun asked, looking at the boy who was now sleeping soundly.

“Hmm... I think we should take him to the Creator God and talk it over,” Emilla replied.

“Understood. Just in case, I’ll leave some rice cakes and honey here.”

Sejun left the remaining snacks with Emilla and Amur before returning to the Temple of the Creator God.

Emilla and Amur planned to register the waypoint and take the boy to the Creator God once he woke up.

Now that Sejun had left, the Land of Destruction was a barren, desolate wasteland.

The sweet scent of honey lingered in the air, spreading across the empty plains.

Then—

Yummy smell.

A toddler who looked to be about one year old crawled toward the waypoint, lured by the sweet scent.

***

Temple of the Creator God.

“That’s enough for today.”

Sejun carried the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} food he had prepared into the stone building adjacent to the Temple of the Creator God.

With his exceptional talent as a transcendent stone craftsman, Sejun had constructed the building, and Iona had cast preservation magic on it to keep the stored food in its freshly made state.

“Let’s go.”

“Puhuhut. Got it-nya!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Yes!”

And so, Sejun, Theo, and Iona left.

A few hours later—

Nom. Nom.

Nom. Nom.

Emilla and Amur arrived at the Temple of the Creator God, each holding a child who was utterly engrossed in munching on rice cakes.

The two Apostles moved toward the room where the Creator God resided.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Emilla knocked cautiously on the door.

Then—

“Ahem. Has Sejun left?”

The Creator God’s voice came from behind the door.

“Yes. And there are some people you need to see.”

“Some people?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.”

Creak.

The Creator God opened the door and stepped out.

And then—

“...”

Seeing the two children clinging to Emilla and Amur, completely absorbed in their rice cakes, the Creator God was rendered speechless.

Those children...

They were the ones he had once raised.

They had changed, but traces of the children he once cared for remained.

“Where did you find these children?”

“In the Land of Destruction.”

“In the Land of Destruction?!”

“Yes. What should we do with them?”

“Hm.”

The Creator God fell deep into thought.

At that moment—

“Pwease.”

The child in Amur’s arms had finished his rice cake and now stretched out his hand for more.

“No,” Amur said firmly.

“Huff! Huff!”

Following Theo’s example, the child began to thrash about in Amur’s arms, mimicking Theo’s growling.

“No!”

Amur tightened his grip, preventing the child from breaking free.

“Huff!”

“No!”

A fierce battle of strength ensued between Amur and the wriggling child.

Meanwhile, the child in Emilla’s arms, having finished his rice cake as well, started to squirm.

“Pwease! Huff!”

The child in Amur’s arms yelled out, and the other child immediately mimicked him.

“Hand them over. I’ll hold them,” the Creator God said, extending his arms.

They always used to follow me.

The Creator God took the two children into his arms, gently cradling them as he tried to calm them down.

But—

“Huff!”

“Huff!”

Thud. Thud.

The two children kicked and squirmed, their tiny feet landing solid blows on the Creator God.

“Hey! You can’t do that!”

The Creator God sternly scolded them, but—

“Huff! Huff!”

“Huff! Huff!”

The children, now tainted by the aura of Catastrophe, had developed quite the nasty temper. Instead of calming down, they became even more rebellious.

Or maybe it was because of Theo’s bad influence.

Or perhaps they had always been this way and Theo’s behavior had only reinforced it.

Either way, these kids were proving to be a handful.

“Ahem. Fetch some more rice cakes. The ones they were eating just now,” the Creator God said, his patience wearing thin.

But—

“They ate them all.”

“Sejun only left a few, and they’re all gone...”

The rice cakes were completely depleted.

“Then when is Sejun coming back?”

“Probably tomorrow.”

“What?! Tomorrow?!”

“Huff!”

“Huff!”

Thud! Thud!

I have to watch these brats until tomorrow?!

The Creator God and the two Apostles felt a dark cloud of despair hanging over them.

***

Black Tower, 99th Floor.

“Kkeeng?! Kkeeng! Kkeeng?!”

[Butler! The Great Kkamang is back! Where did you go without me?! You were supposed to take the Great Kkamang too! Are you looking to get punished?!]

The moment Sejun returned, Kkamang, who had been wandering around the farm searching for him after waking up, rushed over, barking noisily.

“Kkamang, do you want to get punished?”

Kkamang, who was all bark and no bite, immediately froze.

“Kkeeng!”

[Run away!]

Without another word, he tucked his tail between his legs and bolted toward the sweet potato field.

“Well, time to prepare dinner.”

Leaving the scurrying Kkamang behind, Sejun headed toward the kitchen.

Hehe.

Butler’s cooking!

Kkamang, who had been hiding in the sweet potato field, couldn’t resist and peeked his head out. Seeing Sejun preparing dinner, he quietly trotted after him.

A little while later—

“Kkuhehehe. Queng!”

[Hehehe. Dad, Queng is back! Look at these herbs!]

Queng returned from the herb garden and handed Sejun five pieces of turmeric.

[100-Day Protective Turmeric]

Turmeric grown for 100 days in the Black Tower. Raised by a skilled herbalist, its medicinal properties have greatly increased.

Upon consumption, all stats increase by 10, and a protective aura surrounds the body for 24 hours.

Grown by: Advanced Herbalist Queng

Shelf Life: 100 days

Grade: A

Protective aura?

Sejun was curious, but he didn’t expect much.

He had been disappointed too many times before.

I’ll just save this and make curry later.

Sejun stashed the turmeric away.

“You did well, my boy.”

Pat. Pat.

While holding Queng, Sejun gently patted his little butt in praise.

Then—

“Puhuhut.”

“Kihiht.”

Both Theo and Kkamang subtly positioned their butts in Sejun’s direction, hoping for some praise as well.

“Alright, alright.”

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Sejun gave both Theo and Kkamang some well-deserved butt pats before finally freeing his hands.

In the meantime, Sejun No. 12 finished preparing dinner.

“Guys, dinner’s ready!”

“Chairman Park, where’s the grilled fish and peanut stir-fry for me and Iona-nya?!”

“I’m getting to it.”

Now he’s making me cook for his girlfriend too?

Sejun chuckled to himself as he grilled some fish and stir-fried the peanuts, feeling oddly amused by the whole situation.

And then—

“All done. Let’s eat.”

Everyone gathered around to enjoy a warm, hearty dinner together.

“Ahh. I’m stuffed.”

After finishing their meal, Sejun and his companions laid back to relax and watch the stars in the night sky.

“Alright, time to lie down.”

Sejun stretched out on the bed and drifted off, entering Kkamang’s mental world.

“I’m sorry.”

“I apologize.”

Sejun and his companions began their nightly apologies to the spirits.

And then—

Grrrrr.

Today, as always, Corruption appeared.

“Oh? Hey.”

Yeah.

Corruption responded curtly but at least acknowledged Sejun’s greeting.

Are you still curious about where I am?

Not curious? You are, right?

Say you’re curious!

Corruption’s eyes sparkled with a nervous intensity as he gazed at Sejun.

Now that he was more certain he wouldn’t accidentally kill Sejun, he was starting to entertain the idea of actually meeting him.