Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 8Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()

The sanctuary where Sejun’s alter egos reside.

“Isn’t it about time a newbie showed up?”

Sejun’s first doppelgänger, Santa Sejun—the God of Christmas—spoke up, bored out of his mind.

“Seriously. It’s about time the main body caused another incident...”

The second doppelgänger, Destruction Sejun—the God of Annihilation—nodded from the side, equally bored.

“But where’s No. 3 been lately?”

“He’s been busy collecting wedding money. Tons of weddings recently.”

“Oh, right. Thanks to No. 3, the main body’s been in less danger.”

“Exactly. He really saves us a lot of trouble.”

“What can we do? It’s our fate to have been born from that reckless main body...”

The doppelgängers were using the money Wedding Sejun—the third Sejun—earned to manage the chaos surrounding Sejun. They slightly improved his quest rewards, backed Theo when he splurged, and loosened the law of causality here and there.

Then—

“Huh?! The main body’s in danger!”

“What did he do this time?!”

Santa Sejun and Destruction Sejun sensed a crisis befalling the original.

“Deploy No. 4 immediately!”

“One’s not enough! Should we prep No. 5 too?!”

“Do it!”

“Got it!”

Let’s grill some fish!

Let’s make a lake of Churu paste!

They contacted Mini Chairman Park No. 4, who was cheerfully building a mountain of grilled fish and a Churu lake.

Heheh... what kind of god should I become to help Lord Sejun best?

Mini Chairman Park No. 4 beamed with pride, preparing for his ascension to godhood.

“I’m not even supposed to be up yet!”

Grumbling, the extremely premature Mini Chairman Park No. 5 also stirred and showed up.

***

Earth.

Heheh... Now I can live with Daddy forever!

Daddy will love this!

Taecho ran toward Sejun, excited to boast that she had created a law of the world to make Sejun strong.

But what she found wasn’t a delighted Sejun—it was a collapsed, unconscious Sejun.

“Daddy!”

Panicked, Taecho shouted—

“Puhuhut. Don’t worry, Taecho, nya! Vice Chairman Theo will heal him, nya! Everyone, let’s go, nya!”

Purr...

Theo proclaimed confidently—and promptly passed out.

Groo...

Queng lost consciousness next.

Kking!

[Servant! Wait! The mighty Kkamang will save you!]

Thump!

Kkamang headbutted Sejun and dove into his mental world.

***

Inside Sejun’s mental world.

Chomp. Chomp.

Delicious.

Sejun sat at a desk, relentlessly eating a mountain of translucent mochi balls. No matter how much he ate, they never disappeared.

I’m full...

I want to stop...

His belly filled to bursting, yet he couldn’t stop. The flavor was too addictive. His hands kept moving.

He was undergoing physical adjustment to align with the newly declared law of the world, and the world was doing its best to help.

This would continue until one of two outcomes occurred: either Sejun endured and grew stronger, or he died, making the law unnecessary.

There would be no third option.

“Ugh!”

My stomach’s going to explode!

Sejun’s fate leaned dangerously toward the latter.

Just before his stomach truly ruptured—

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, I’ve arrived, nya!”

“Queng is here to help, da yo!”

“Servant! The mighty Kkamang is here too!”

Theo, Queng, and Kkamang appeared in his mental world.

“Go, Chairman Park No. 4 and 5!”

Theo quickly launched Mini Chairman Park No. 4 and Mini Chairman ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ Park No. 5 from his back onto Sejun’s bloated belly.

“Yap!”

“Haa...”

Mini Chairman Park No. 4 was full of energy. But the premature No. 5 was dragging his feet.

Kking?! Kking?!

[You little runt! Slacking off?! You want to get chewed out by the great Kkamang?!]

“N-no, sir!”

No. 5’s motivation surged under Kkamang’s killer aura and threats.

As the doppelgängers absorbed Sejun’s overflow of power—

Queng!

[End Beast, help out, da yo!]

Queng called on the End Beast for backup.

Sssss...

Queng’s pupils turned red, and a dark crimson aura poured out.

[Why did Lady Taecho have to mess things up...]

The End Beast grumbled as it began editing the world’s law.

If left untouched, every world would keep working to shape Sejun to match the law—inevitably leading to Sejun’s or the world’s destruction.

Because the law now stated that Sejun must become powerful and live forever.

The world would obey, unconditionally.

Altering a world law was no small matter.

[Park Sejun shall become very, very, very, very slowly stronger and live a long time.]

The End Beast slightly revised Taecho’s original law, buying time.

Because the law had been set by Taecho, even the End Beast couldn’t fully erase it.

As the correction was completed—

Fwoooosh!

A blinding light exploded from the now ultra-mega-sized body of Chairman Park No. 4.

When the light faded—

“Tada! Sejun, I’ve become the God of Longevity!”

Wearing a crisp white hanbok, the colossal doppelgänger smiled proudly.

“You can call me Immortal Sejun from now on!”

He had become the God of Longevity, Immortal Sejun.

[The doppelgänger of Black Tower Farmer Park Sejun has become the God of Longevity: Immortal Sejun.]

[You have achieved the divine feat of possessing a Transcendent Doppelgänger.]

...

..

.

[The doppelgänger Immortal Sejun will now act independently until the main body grows strong enough.]

Immortal Sejun, huh... I’m jealous...

The original Sejun envied him for a moment.

“Sejun, let’s meet again when you’re stronger! Here, this is a gift!”

Snap.

Immortal Sejun snapped his fingers.

[The God of Longevity: Immortal Sejun has blessed Park Sejun with longevity.]

[Your lifespan has increased by 100 years.]

[Your body will remain in peak condition for 100 years.]

A white aura surrounded Sejun, and the blessing settled in.

“Thanks, No. 4.”

This time, it was a real, proper, and satisfying blessing—and Sejun smiled with contentment.

As Immortal Sejun vanished—

Wait, what about me?

The leftover giant Chairman Park No. 5 blinked in confusion.

He had assumed he’d become a god too, but Immortal Sejun had absorbed all the energy.

Kking! Kking!

[Hey! Servant Clone No. 5! Get over here!]

You’re my chew toy now!

“Yes, sir...”

With that, Kkamang barked and scolded the massive No. 5 non-stop until they exited Sejun’s mental world.

***

“Mmm...”

As Sejun came to—

“Sejun! Are you okay?!”

“Daddy! Are you alright?! It’s all my fault...”

Aileen and Taecho called his name in distress.

Taecho, especially, looked like she was about to cry, thinking it was her fault Sejun collapsed.

“I’m okay. Thanks to you, Daddy has a new doppelgänger.”

Sejun reassured her like it was no big deal. Honestly, for Pufferfish Sejun, it wasn’t.

As he comforted the tearful Taecho—

“Nya...”

Queng...

Kking...

The others stirred awake. Sejun stood, helped everyone get up, and stepped outside.

Thudthudthudthud.

“Chairman!”

“We’re sorry! We won’t do it again!”

The ones who’d snuck into the spatial warehouse—Shongshongi, Pongpongi, Gomgomi, and Rangrangi—ran to him crying and clung to his legs.

“Alright. Just don’t go into the warehouse again, okay? If you do, your teacher might faint again.”

“Okay!”

“We’ll never go in!”

“Promise!”

“Pinky swear!”

Sejun used some very odd-sounding threats to make the kids promise never to enter again.

“Ah... so peaceful.”

Despite nearly dying again, Sejun felt genuinely at peace.

***

A week after Sejun collapsed.

“Puhuhut. Let the auction begin, nya! First item up is the great hybrid Chairman Park’s Magic Cherry Tomatoes, nya! We’re selling in batches of 100, nya!”

Theo kicked off the second auction in front of the Black Tower in Hannam-dong.

“100 coins for 100!”

“102 coins for 100!”

“105 coins for 100!”

Hunters, having heard of the auction via the Awakened Association, shouted bids with excitement.

Kuhehehe. Queng!

[Hehehe. Fresh coffee available here, da yo!]

Nearby, Queng brewed coffee from a container with a sign: [Queng Café].

“Come try our iced Americano!”

Kihihit. Kking! Kking!

[Heehee! Humans! Buy coffee! Our big bro Queng brews it really well!]

Sejun and Kkamang were helping sell, too.

[Queng Café] had been built by Han Tae-jun at Sejun’s insistence, so Queng’s coffee could be shared with the world.

“If you don’t open the café, there’ll be no auction.”

With no other option, Han Tae-jun gave in.

The café sold premium beans harvested from the 94th floor of the Black Tower—named “94 Chikasan Sejun”—at 50,000 won per cup.

“Oh my god! It’s Queng! He’s so cute!”

“One coffee, please! Can I take a picture?”

“Wait, are bears allowed to roam free like this?”

“What, you wanna cage that adorable bear?!”

“Move over! I want a picture too!”

From day one, it was a massive hit.

At first, it was all about Queng’s adorable charm—

“Whoa! This is coffee?!”

“It tastes like I’m drinking a flower!”

“My fatigue just vanished!”

“I was just off night shift... but I could pull another one after this!”

Soon, people focused on the flavor and effects.

[Queng Café] exploded on social media that very day.

—“94 Chikasan Sejun? Never even registered with the World Coffee Association. Must be trash.”

—“A bear brews coffee? What’s next? Monkeys? Dogs? Cows?!”

—“Okay, so the beans are top-tier from the Black Tower. But grinding beans with paws? That’s just wrong! You can’t get consistent grind size like that!”

So-called coffee ‘experts’ began bashing Queng’s brews.

How dare you insult my son’s coffee?!

Sejun, furious at the hate comments, ordered—

“Vice Chairman Theo, go deal with them.”

“Puhuhut. Understood, nya! Iona, begin, nya!”

“Kkyu-kkyu-kkyu-yes!”

Theo passed the order to Iona, who began tracking down the haters.

How?

Iona wasn’t a hacker—but all things in the world follow patterns. Programs and magic both manipulate algorithms.

And Iona was a grand master of Destruction Magic.

Tak tak tak.

Treating Theo’s flip phone like a laptop, Iona quickly adapted to coding.

How dare you insult our second-youngest?!

I’ll destroy you!

She overclocked the devices of anyone who posted hateful comments—causing their smartphones and computers to crash.

“No! I still have two years left on that contract!”

“What the hell?! What’s going on?! I’m dead if my sister finds out!”

Misfortune befell the trolls.

Thanks to that, electronics companies saw a 10% bump in weekly sales.

And thus, the legend of Iona the Devastating Hacker was born.

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