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

Earth.

In front of the Black Tower in Gangnam.

“Sejun, time to wake up.”

Aileen knelt beside Sejun, who lay on the ground, and gently called to him in a soft voice, stroking his hair with the same care as if handling something fragile that might shatter.

The safe zone only blocked harmful energy—it couldn’t stop direct physical contact. So she had to be cautious when touching Sejun.

Khihihi. I get to see my Sejun up close like this. Even asleep, he’s so handsome.

While Aileen looked at Sejun with loving eyes, overflowing with bliss—

“Puhuhut. Don’t worry, Sister Aileen! Vice Chairman Theo is on the job, nya! Chairman Park’s face might be a little rotted, but it’s not seriously rotten, nya!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. That’s right.”

Quhehehe. Queng!

[Hehehe. This much is nothing. Daddy will wake up soon, da yo!]

(Bat-Bat: That’s right.)

Theo, Iona, Queng, and Bat-Bat—the official massage squad for Sejun—took turns stepping on his face as part of his treatment.

And then—

Kkihihit. Nng!

[Hihit. Youngest! When the butler passes out or his face starts rotting, step on him first!]

Kkamang stomped on Sejun’s face as he gave Taecho a lesson in when it was appropriate to do so.

“Okay, Kkamang oppa! Hehehe.”

Although she could’ve used her hands, Taecho followed Kkamang’s advice. Sitting down on the ground, she leaned back on her arms and kicked her feet onto Sejun’s face, enthusiastically stomping with all her might.

Hihit. She called me oppa. Not bad at all.

Kkamang, hearing himself called “oppa” for the first time, beamed with pride.

***

“Huh?!”

A hunter on their way into the Black Tower came to a halt when they spotted Aileen. Or more accurately—became completely captivated.

Her overwhelming beauty made it impossible to look away.

Shiny, flowing black hair.

Porcelain skin with a soft glow.

Eyes like deep black pools, ready to pull you in.

A sharp nose.

Lips with a glossy red sheen.

She wore no makeup, but she was flawless. Trying to improve that face with cosmetics would only ruin it.

No—doing so might defile perfection.

She’s not from this world...

As the hunter slowly regained his senses, he noticed others around him had also gone slack-jawed, staring at Aileen’s face in a daze.

Hah. So it wasn’t just me after all.

Feeling both camaraderie and a smug satisfaction at being one of the first to notice, the hunter grinned.

A moment later—

“Is she a celebrity?”

“Don’t think so. Never seen her before.”

“Then maybe a trainee?”

“Dude, just take the shot. With that face, whatever she’s doing, she’s gonna blow up.”

Click.

Click.

A few reporters who had recovered began taking photos with their massive cameras. There were always journalists stationed around the Black Tower to cover hunters.

However—

“Huh? Why are the photos messed up? Is the camera broken? But everything else is showing up fine...”

“You too? Mine are coming out weird as well.”

“Same here. What’s going on?”

None of their cameras captured Aileen’s image properly. Of course not. The mighty Black Dragon Aileen didn’t permit her appearance to be recorded.

As a crowd gathered around Aileen, thinking something exciting was happening, even more people began to swarm in.

But Aileen paid them no mind. Why would she care if a bunch of ants were looking at her?

However—

What is this?

If it gets too loud, Sejun won’t be able to sleep...

The noise annoyed her. She didn’t mind waking him herself, but she didn’t want anyone else’s noise to do it.

Should I silence them?

Just as Aileen began to channel her magic—

“Mmm...”

Sejun began to stir.

“Sejun, you’re awake?”

Aileen’s radiant voice rang out.

Is this a dream?

Her voice felt so close, as if she were right beside him.

With a blissful smile, Sejun closed his eyes again. If this was a dream, it was one he never wanted to wake from.

But then—

Thump! Smack! Thump! Smack!

Damn you, Kkamang! Ease up on the stomping!

Between the barrage of massage-stomps, Kkamang’s rough feet made it impossible for Sejun to stay in his dream.

“Let me sleep already!”

Sejun bolted upright, shouting.

“Sejun, you’re awake?”

Greeting him was a beautiful black flower—Aileen. Her face was so close that if he leaned forward just slightly, their lips might touch.

Gulp.

“...Yeah.”

Ah, Park Sejun, you idiot! You should’ve leaned in a little more!

As he assessed the situation and managed a weak reply, Sejun cursed himself for hesitating at such a critical moment.

He then began to strategize how to close the last finger-length of distance between them.

It was so close—just a bit more and he could reach her. But for some reason, the space between them felt warped, as if stretched across galaxies. Millions of light-years away.

Should I pretend to wobble?

Right, I’m still weak from sleep.

You can do this, Park Sejun!

Just as he was hyping himself up and preparing to fake a stumble—

“What’s with that squid?”

“Yeah, why isn’t he moving away from the goddess?!”

“Get off of her!”

“Boooo!”

The crowd, now watching the scene unfold, began protesting Sejun standing so close to Aileen’s face.

To them, it was an utterly incomprehensible pairing.

They just called me a squid?!

Furious, Sejun whipped his head toward the source of the voices—

Daddy is not a squid!

With a righteous glare, Taecho waddled forward, ready to confront the people who had just insulted Sejun.

That’s my girl! Well done!

Sejun silently cheered her on.

Uhehe. Daddy’s watching me!

Feeling Sejun’s eyes on her, Taecho strutted proudly through the crowd and stood tall in front of everyone.

“Taecho’s daddy is not a squid! He’s a human!”

She shouted it confidently.

Technically... not wrong.

But—

Human?!

Sejun found himself more wounded by Taecho’s insistence that he was “a human” than by being called a squid.

And then came the final blow—

Daughter?!

Them? Seriously?

The crowd glanced back and forth between Sejun and Taecho, clearly struggling to believe the connection. That gaze alone gave Sejun another emotional gut-punch.

Of course Taecho, as the Primordial God, looked adorable and beautiful. It was a face Sejun’s genes could never possibly produce.

“Hmph! Park Taecho is Park Sejun’s daughter!”

Reading the faint skepticism in people’s hearts, Taecho puffed up her cheeks and shouted proudly once more.

And then—something strange happened.

“Oh, that’s right. Park Sejun has a daughter named Park Taecho.”

“Yeah, Park Taecho is three years old.”

“And that woman next to him is the mom.”

Suddenly, as if someone had implanted the thought in their minds, the people around began discussing Taecho like it was common knowledge.

Excited, Taecho had unconsciously activated her power and forcefully imprinted the belief that “Park Sejun and Aileen Fritani are Park Taecho’s mom and dad, and Park Taecho is three years old” into everyone nearby.

“That’s right! Park Taecho is Park Sejun’s daughter!”

Rejoicing as people acknowledged her as Sejun’s daughter, Taecho beamed.

So sleepy...

A wave of drowsiness hit her like a landslide. She must’ve overexerted herself using her powers.

“Daddy, I’m sleepy...”

Staggering from sleepiness, Taecho walked into Sejun’s arms—

Flop.

Just before she collapsed, Sejun caught her gently.

At that moment—

“Mr. Sejun?!”

Kim Dong-sik emerged from the Black Tower, calling out.

“Ah, Mr. Dong-sik, hello.”

“Puhuhut. Nice to see you again, Dong-sik nya!”

Sejun and Theo stood up to greet him.

Then—

“This is my girlfriend, Aileen.”

Sejun introduced Aileen to Dong-sik without hesitation.

In response—

“Nice to meet you, human Kim Dong-sik. I am the great Black Dragon, Aileen Fritani.”

The one who will soon marry Sejun.

Aileen barely stopped herself from saying that last part aloud, as she hadn’t received a proposal yet, but introduced herself with dignity.

“Uh? Ah... y-yes...”

Aileen’s natural, unhesitant tone made Dong-sik instinctively bow his head.

“Puhuhut. And this great one is also the mighty Black Dr—”

Following Aileen’s lead, Theo tried to introduce himself excitedly.

But none of it reached Dong-sik’s ears.

A dragon?!

Still bowing, Dong-sik was internally freaking out.

Even Earth’s citizens knew about the legendary Black Dragon who managed the Black Tower. They’d heard about her from countless Tower dwellers.

Tales of her breath wiping out entire floors...

Of her mere appearance striking enemies dead with pressure...

Of her roar forcing even the 99th-floor boss, the Bull King, to kneel...

Even if only a fraction of those were true, her presence on Earth was practically a calamity.

I need to contact Master immediately!

While Dong-sik hastily reached for his smartphone—

Quhehehe. Queng! Queng! Queng!

[Hehehe. I’m Park Queng, the son of Park Sejun, da yo! I got a little sister yesterday, da yo! Her name is Park Taecho, da yo! And I’m the Beast of the Apocalypse, da yo! So basically...]

After Theo, Queng eagerly launched into his own self-introduction.

And then—

(Baehehe.)

Kkihihit.

Bat-Bat and Kkamang also lit up, eagerly waiting their turns to introduce themselves.

“Park Taecho. Three ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) years old. Primordial God...”

Seeing her older brothers taking turns, Taecho began hurriedly piecing together her own self-intro.

A moment later—

Kkihihit. Nng! Nng! Nng!

“So... heading home now?”

Ignoring Kkamang’s persistent barking, Dong-sik turned to ask Sejun. He had no way of understanding Queng or Kkamang’s language.

“Yes. We’re going to spend a few days at home and look for a place to live.”

“Ah... right. A place to li—wait, a few days?!”

“Yes. We’re planning to stay here for a while. Maybe a month?”

“What?!”

Dong-sik’s expression twisted in panic.

Sejun’s visits to Earth were usually only a few hours long. That meant they only had to stay on alert for a few hours.

But now he’s planning to stay a month?

With a dragon?!

This was a national emergency.

“Let’s get you home. I’ll drive!”

Trying to prevent any immediate disasters, Dong-sik hurriedly ushered Sejun and the group into his car.

As they drove off in Dong-sik’s vehicle—

“Whew. Thank god that girl took after her mom’s genes.”

“Seriously. Thank god.”

People began murmuring, thinking about how lucky it was that Taecho didn’t resemble Sejun at all.

Unfortunately, reversing the public image of Sejun being an ‘ugly squid’ was beyond even Taecho’s powers.

After all, it was far harder to erase an already-established perception than to insert a new fact.

“...But thinking about it again, maybe he’s not completely a squid.”

“Yeah. The women around him are just too beautiful. That’s why it felt that way.”

Still, maybe she’d shifted things... just a little.

***

On the way home.

Should I hold her hand?

Can I?

With Theo on his lap, Queng and Kkamang in his arms, Bat-Bat on his shoulder, and Taecho asleep against his chest, Sejun nervously fidgeted with his hand beside Aileen, sneaking glances.

“So... how’s Gyeongcheol doing lately?”

He casually asked Dong-sik as he boldly reached out—

Clasp.

And placed his hand on top of Aileen’s. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He did it!

And I didn’t pass out!

Sejun smiled joyfully at the success.

Khihihi. I’m holding hands with Sejun!

Aileen, who had been quietly waiting for him to make a move, grinned uncontrollably.

And then—

“Nya?”

Plop.

Theo, though unsure why, placed his paw on top of Sejun’s hand.

Then—

Queng?

(Bat-Bat?)

Nng?

Following their eldest brother’s lead, the younger siblings placed their paws on top as well. Four smiling faces stacked together in perfect harmony.

“Ah, Gyeongcheol? He’s been spending time on the 49th floor lately...”

As Dong-sik shared updates about Gyeongcheol, the entire group basked in the quiet happiness of clasped hands and paws.

Until—

“Huh?! Has that building always been there?”

Dong-sik glanced at a structure next to Sejun’s house, right next to his own, and squinted.

[Kindergarten of Destruction]

Kindergarten... of Destruction?

The teacher there must be having the worst time ever.

Dong-sik stared at the kindergarten sign with growing concern for whoever worked there—

“It's Mister Sejun!”

“Missster Sejun!”

—when a horde of diapered toddlers came rushing out of the kindergarten straight toward his car.

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