Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 16Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()
72nd Floor, Golden Tower.
“Alright, everyone! Whoever finds the most special item wins!”
“Puhuhut. Victory obviously belongs to me, Vice Chairman Theo-nya!”
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Power of magic, detect other magic and inform me. Mana Detect.”
Kkuhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Queng will win the treasure hunt-da yo!]
(Bat-Bat! I won’t lose either!)
Kkihihit. Nng! Nng! Nng!
[Hihit! The great Kkamang will absolutely win! The great Kkamang will find the best treasure! Everyone, start looking for treasure!]
At Sejun’s declaration, the party burned with competitive spirit and charged into the junk pile.
And—
“Hmph-hmph-hmph~”
Sejun hummed as he began rummaging through the junk as well.
Despite being at a serious disadvantage, Sejun was relaxed for one reason:
Hehehe. I’ve got System Eoksamchiri on my side.
He had a hidden ace.
Whenever he found something that looked promising, he asked:
“Eoksamchiri, appraise it.”
System Eoksamchiri responded:
[Commencing appraisal.]
[Appraisal complete.]
[Ordinary Clay Jar]
A simple clay jar.
Difficult to hold due to the lack of a handle.
Usage Restriction: None
Creator: Tomi, resident of the 23rd floor of the Golden Tower (died at age 132)
Grade: E+
The system revealed extremely detailed item information.
Yes—Sejun had proposed this competition trusting in the appraisal skills of [System Eoksamchiri].
Sure, Iona could also use appraisal magic, but it couldn’t match the precision of the system.
After some time, the junk pile was about halfway dismantled, and the group had each found a decent number of items.
Theo: 5 items.
Iona: 12 items.
Queng: 3,000 items.
Bat-Bat: 100 items.
Kkamang Family: 500 items.
Sejun: 0 items.
Even with a great appraisal skill, it didn’t help if everything he grabbed was trash.
Only Theo and Iona had actually picked up usable items.
Kkuhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. This one looks pretty good-da yo!]
(Bat-Bat: This one makes a nice sound when I tap it!)
Kkihihit. Nng!
[Hihit! This one looks like dried roasted sweet potato!]
“Great Kkamang! This one is the same color as sweet potato jerky!”
Nng!
[Take it!]
The rest of the party simply collected what they liked.
“Good. There’s still half left!”
The match wasn’t over yet!
Fueled by determination, Sejun continued digging through the now-halved junk pile.
Evening was approaching, but with Dragon Fruit now handling cooking at the Kindergarten of Destruction, he wasn’t worried.
Then—
“Hm?”
He spotted an old leather scroll.
Spending years watching Theo bring back strange items, Sejun’s eye for value had naturally improved. freewёbnoνel.com
And this one felt special.
He knew instantly this wasn’t ordinary junk.
With a racing heart, he grabbed the scroll tightly.
“Appraise.”
He asked [System Eoksamchiri] to evaluate it.
[Commencing appraisal.]
[Appraisal complete.]
[Prophecy Scroll]
A scroll made from the hide of the ancient divine beast Krpus, used to predict the future.
Unroll the scroll and ask a question about the future to receive a prophecy. (Once the scroll is used up, it can no longer prophesy.)
Usage Restriction: All stats over 100,000, Divinity over 100
Creator: Unknown (Records erased)
Grade: ★★★★★★★
“Oh!”
The appraisal result was astonishing.
An item that could reveal the future?
And it was seven stars?!
Sejun, thrilled, quickly unrolled the scroll.
Then—
“Will I marry Aileen?”
It was a silly question, but to Sejun, it was more important than anything in the world.
Once he asked, the scroll began to write on its own.
Scribble. Scribble.
Will I marry Aileen?
N
The answer began with “N,” making Sejun’s heart sink.
But then—
Yes. You two will get married.
“Phew.”
Relieved, Sejun sighed as the prophecy confirmed their marriage.
“Of course. I knew it. Hehehe.”
Moments ago, he had been nervous, but now he puffed up proudly.
“Then tell me—what’s the best treasure I’ll find nearby?”
As Sejun asked his next question—
“Nya?!”
“Queng?!”
Theo and Queng spotted the smug look on Sejun’s face.
“Chairman Park’s face is rotting with pride-nya! Everyone, trample him-nya!”
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Yes.”
Queng!
[Dad, you made that ugly face again-da yo!]
(Bat-Bat: Sejun-nim, you shouldn’t make a face like that!)
Kkihihit. Nng!
[Hihit! Let’s stomp Master’s face!]
The party abandoned the treasure hunt and jumped Sejun, stomping on his face.
“Argh! Kkamang, you just bit me, didn’t you?!”
Nng... Nng...
[U-uh... no. The great Kkamang did not bite...]
“What are you talking about? That bite mark is clearly yours!”
Sejun looked in a mirror at the tooth marks on his cheek and confronted Kkamang.
Nng. Nng...
[Master... sorry. I was just so excited, I didn’t mean to...]
Kkamang finally confessed. He had gotten carried away and bit Sejun in his excitement.
“Kkamang, was that wrong or not?”
Nng...
[It was wrong...]
“Then show me your belly.”
At Sejun’s command, Kkamang flopped over and exposed his pink belly.
“How many hits do you deserve?”
Nng...?
[One...?]
Kkamang replied timidly.
“Really? Only one?”
Nng...?
[Two...?]
When Sejun asked again, the number increased.
“Good. Two it is.”
He raised his hand high.
Nng!
Kkamang shut his eyes.
Then—
“Bubububup.”
A ticklish raspberry on his belly.
Kkihihit.
Kkamang burst out in uncontrollable giggles.
Then—
Nom. Nom. Nom.
Suddenly, Theo, Queng, and Bat-Bat softly bit Sejun’s face.
“Hehehe. Alright, everyone gets punished! Bubububup.”
“Puhuhut.”
Kkuhehehe.
(Bahehehet)
Kkihihit.
While Sejun was blowing raspberries on everyone—
Then tell me, what is the best treasure I will find nearby?
Nearby...
Scribble. Scribble.
The Prophecy Scroll wrote out Sejun’s question.
A moment later—
“Hm?”
Sejun saw the answer and smiled quietly before rolling the scroll back up.
The best treasure you will find nearby is Park Theo, Iona, Park Queng, Park Bat-Bat, and Park Kkamang.
He already held the greatest treasure in his hands.
“Alright, kids, let’s go.”
“Puhuhut. Got it-nya!”
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Yes.”
Queng!
(Bat-Bat: Yes!)
Nng!
As Sejun and the group departed—
“Ugh...”
The antique shop’s owner stirred awake, grimacing.
“Did a customer come by?”
He looked around at the scattered mess in place of the junk pile.
“Oh!”
He discovered the 10,000 Tower Coins Sejun had left behind.
“Well, since I’ve got money... time for a drink.”
He strolled off toward the bar, unaware that Sejun and company had just walked off with items of immeasurable value. Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss—if he knew, he’d probably cry.
***
1st Floor, Black Tower.
“Hey, guys, can you sell these for me?”
Sejun handed some of the ambiguous items Theo and Iona had found to the Skeleton mages who ran the shop.
Items like [Dagger of Wind King Haon], [Spear of Fire Arrow], [Rock Thorn Shield], and [Armor of Recovery]—all A or S-grade.
But with SSS-grade and higher items overflowing in Sejun’s inventory, these were pretty much useless to him.
As he wrapped up and prepared to head back to Earth—
“Sejun!”
“Huh? Kyungchul!”
“Puhuhut. Kyungchul, good to see you-nya!”
Kyungchul called out cheerfully.
And—
“You’ve been on the 49th Floor lately, right?”
“Yeah. I’ve been working hard on the quests Duku gives. Oh, right! Sejun, come visit my house sometime. We need to do a housewarming.”
Housewarming?
Sejun imagined visiting Kyungchul’s home. Of course, Aileen and Theo would come, and since Theo was going, Iona would tag along too.
Naturally, Queng and the Kkamang Family would insist on coming. Taecho too. Bat-Bat would come in stealth, but he was quiet, so that was fine.
So far, so good.
But who would watch the kids?
He couldn’t leave the 14 children of the Kindergarten of Destruction alone, so they’d all have to come too.
Would Kyungchul’s house survive?
‘Nope.’
Definitely not. Earth might not survive either.
“...Kyungchul, let’s just do it at my place.”
“Huh? But it’s my housewarming.”
“Well, I need to throw one too. Rather than doing two, let’s just combine it and do one at my place. What do you think?”
“Fine by me. So, when?”
“Let’s pick a date later.”
“Alright, I’ll call you.”
“Okay.”
After saying goodbye, Sejun headed back to Earth.
***
Next Morning.
“Uptcha.”
Sejun woke up early as usual.
“Nya...”
[Hehe... ]
Queng...
Nng...
He gathered the group and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Chop chop chop.
As he skillfully prepped ingredients with a knife—
“Good morning, Sejun.”
“Yeah. Morning. Did you sleep well, Aileen?”
“Mhm.”
Aileen walked in, sat at the table, and quietly watched Sejun cook.
“Puhuhut. Good morning, Aileen-noona-nya!”
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Good morning, Lady Aileen!”
[Hehe. Good morning, Lady Aileen!]
Kkuhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Good morning, Auntie-da yo!]
Kkihihit. Nng! Nng?!
[Hihit! Black Dragon! Great Kkamang slept so well! Want to play with Great Kkamang?!]
Everyone slowly got up and started their day.
Soon—
“Smells good!”
“Nangnangi’s hungry!”
“Kkangkkangi too! So hungry I wanna smash stuff!”
“Kkangkkangi no! Chamam said that’s bad!”
“Chamam! Kkangkkangi’s about to cause trouble!”
The kids, freshly awake, chattered and rushed into the kitchen.
“Alright, just a little longer!”
Sejun hurried to finish the cooking and then—
“Okay! Let’s eat!”
He served the kids first, then sat down with the others to eat together.
After breakfast, the children quietly played among themselves.
Slurp.
“Ahhh. So good.”
“Hehehe. Delicious!”
Kkuhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Choco cake is yummy-da yo!]
Sejun enjoyed coffee and chocolate cake with Aileen and Queng.
Then—
“Oh, right.”
He suddenly remembered something he ordered yesterday.
It was supposed to arrive by morning.
He stepped outside the Kindergarten of Destruction to check.
It had arrived.
He carried the heavy box back inside.
As he brought it in—
“Puhuhut. Great Hybrid Chairman Park, what’s that-nya?”
Queng?!
[Is it food-da yo?!]
Kkihihit. Nng?!
[Hihit. Master! Is that a gift for the Great Kkamang?!]
Theo, Queng, and Kkamang swarmed over with interest.
But—
“Nope. It’s books.”
What came out of the box was a full set of traditional fairy tales.
It was a kindergarten after all—they couldn’t just play forever. It was time to start some education.
“Let’s start with The Sun and the Moon. Theo, you’re the tiger. Flamy, you’ll be the Sun. Kkamang, the Moon. I’ll be the mother.”
He assigned everyone roles.
Then—
“Rawrrr-nya! Give me a rice cake or I’ll eat you-nya!”
“The mother quickly gave a rice cake to the tiger.”
As Sejun read from the book and handed Theo an actual glutinous rice cake he had made earlier—
“Nya? I don’t want rice cake-nya! Gimme Churu-nya!”
Theo shook his head and rejected the rice cake.
“Hey! Stick to the script!”
Sejun scolded him for going off-script.
Meanwhile—
Kkuhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Then I’ll eat the rice cake-da yo!]
Queng gobbled up the rice cake that Theo rejected.
Nng! Nng!
[Master! Great Kkamang can act too! Give me a role!]
Kkamang barked loudly, demanding a part.
It was another rowdy morning at the Kindergarten of Destruction.
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