Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 3Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()
Inside Dong-sik’s car.
Hehehe. From now on, I get to go on dates with Aileen every day and play with the kids, too.
Sejun, seated in the back seat, basked in the silky feel of Aileen’s palm and the plush softness of Theo’s paw resting on his hand. As he indulged in happy thoughts—
“Mr. Sejun!”
“Sejuuun!”
Booming voices called out cheerfully. The voices of the Children of Creation.
“Huh?!”
Why are you here?!
As Sejun saw the kids charging toward the car, his daydream shattered like glass.
And then—
[A quest has appeared.]
[Quest: The God of Creation has left on his final vacation before death and entrusted the 11 “Children of Creation Stained by Destruction” to Black Tower farmer Park Sejun. You must raise them well in his place and guide them into becoming gods. Additionally, there are still 17 more “Children of Creation Stained by Destruction” that have yet to be found.]
Reward: Distributed based on performance
In place of his now-ruined fantasy, a new quest message appeared before Sejun.
Seriously? I already saved the world from Destruction, got Taecho back to her senses, and now you leave me with kids while you go on vacation?!
And you want me to find 17 more of them?!
What about MY vacation?! What about MY youth?!
Sejun knew it was the dying God of Creation’s last bit of fun—but he couldn’t help feeling deeply betrayed.
At that moment—
CRUNCH!
“Mr. Sejun! Dongdong is here! Dongdong missed you! Did Mr. Sejun miss Dongdong too?”
Dongdong, with innocent eyes, ripped the car door clean off and asked with unshakable sincerity.
“AAAH! I just got this car last week!”
Dong-sik stared in despair at the torn-off door.
“Dongdong, what did I tell you about breaking other people’s things? That makes you a bad kid. Apologize.”
“Sowwy!”
Dongdong bowed his head instantly, apologizing as Sejun had taught him.
See? Our Dongdong is so well-mannered.
Smiling fondly at the boy, Sejun turned to Dong-sik.
“Mr. Dong-sik, I’ll get you a new car later. Thanks for driving us. Aileen, let’s get out.”
He thanked Dong-sik and stepped out through the doorless side with his companions.
“Ugh. It was so slow anyway. Frustrating.”
WHAM!
Aileen kicked open the other car door, which flew off—leaving both rear doors missing.
“Haaah...”
“Kids, let’s head inside the kindergarten!”
“Yes, Mr. Sejun!”
“Mr. Sejun is here!”
“Sejuuun!”
Sejun let out a deep sigh as Dong-sik groaned behind him, then walked through the gate of [Kindergarten of Destruction], greeted by an overwhelming welcome from the children. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Inside—
“Hm?”
He spotted an apple tree in the courtyard.
And—
Peek.
A small head poked out from between the tree’s branches. It was Flamy.
“Flamy!”
Sejun rushed toward the tree, calling out.
[Hehe! Mr. Sejun!]
Boing!
Flamy jumped down from the branches and flew into his arms. This area was a safe zone, so Flamy’s divine fire didn’t pose a threat to Sejun.
Though physical contact was still dangerous—
“How did you get here?”
[Hehe. The God of Creation sent me!]
When creating the Kindergarten of Destruction, Sejun had made a deal with the God of Creation, who allowed Flamy to stay here safely.
“Really?!”
Guess I should thank that old god a little.
[Hehe.]
Grateful to keep her “frail girl” image intact, Flamy smiled brightly and perched herself proudly on Sejun’s right shoulder.
“Man, this house is huge.”
Sejun entered the massive three-story mansion with bright yellow exterior walls.
Then—
[You have become the Director of the Kindergarten of Destruction.]
“Huh?”
A message popped up in front of Aileen.
Sejun lacked the vast magical power required to maintain the kindergarten’s structure himself.
“Aileen, what’s wrong?”
Sejun turned to her curiously.
“It says I’m the director here.”
“Director?”
If Aileen’s the director... then hehehe... does that make me the vice-director?
Sejun's guess was partially right.
[You have become the Vice-Director of the Kindergarten of Destruction.]
[You have become a Teacher of the Kindergarten of Destruction.]
[You have become the Nutritionist of the Kindergarten of Destruction.]
[You have become the Gardener of the Kindergarten of Destruction.]
[You have become the Janitor of the Kindergarten of Destruction.]
[You have become the Security Guard of the Kindergarten of Destruction.]
...
..
.
Sejun had received not just the title ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) of vice-director, but a ridiculous list of other roles as well.
So basically, I’m just being used for free labor!
As he gawked at the messages in protest—
Grrrrumble.
Grwwrrrk.
The stomachs of the Children of Creation growled in unison, and they all turned their eyes to Sejun.
“Sigh. Alright, let’s eat first.”
Pushing down his frustration, Sejun headed to the kitchen.
He pulled rice and vegetables from his subspace pantry and began preparing baby food.
Moments later—
“Alright, kids, it’s time to eat.”
The children eagerly dug into the nutritious meal Sejun had prepared.
“Puhuhut. As expected, grilled fish made by the great hybrid Chairman Park is the best, nya!”
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. And the peanuts too.”
Quhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Daddy’s baby food is delicious, da yo!]
Kkihihit. Nng!
[Hihit. The super-flavored sweet potato strips the butler makes are unbeatable!]
“Hehehe. Everything Daddy makes is tasty.”
The rest of the group happily enjoyed lunch as well.
Then—
“Aileen, here. I was so busy I forgot earlier... but happy birthday. Let’s throw a proper party tonight.”
Sejun offered Aileen a bowl of white rice, seaweed soup, and japchae.
“Okay!”
Aileen smiled radiantly. For dragons who usually celebrated birthdays once every 100 or even 1000 years, having someone like Sejun celebrate every year made her incredibly happy.
As everyone enjoyed the meal—
Ptooey. Ptooey.
Some of the kids started spitting things out.
“Huh? Is something off?”
“I don’t like this.”
“Me neither. I don’t like this white thing.”
They had spit out the carrots and onions from the baby food.
“You shouldn’t be picky eaters. If you chew them properly, they’re fine.”
Sejun tried to reason with them.
“No!”
“I’m not eating it!”
The kids shook their heads vigorously in defiance.
At that moment—
FWOOSH.
Queng! Queng!
[Daddy’s food is all delicious, da yo! Picky eating is bad, da yo!]
Flaming with righteous fury, the filial son Queng ignited in indignation.
“H-Hic.”
“Eek!”
The children who had been rejecting their food moments ago flinched in terror and hurriedly picked up the carrots and onions they’d spit out to eat them again.
They’d all been subdued by Queng before—picky eaters always got dragged away.
Thanks to that, peace returned to the table, and picky eating vanished in an instant.
From now on, Queng’s in charge of feeding the kids.
“Hehehe.”
Sejun chuckled to himself, proud to have delegated part of his job to Queng.
Once the meal ended—
[Nutritionist of the Kindergarten of Destruction, Park Sejun, has successfully fed 11 “Children of Creation Stained by Destruction.”]
[As a reward for feeding them, your lifespan has increased by 11 hours.]
[You have acquired 1.1 billion Tower Coins as a reward.]
[Earth’s evolution experience has increased by 0.011%.]
A flurry of reward messages appeared before Sejun.
“Oh.”
So the rewards come right away.
Now this is worth doing.
It might’ve been a case of instant gratification, but Sejun liked it just fine.
Just as he was basking in his tiny victory—
“Mr. Sejun, give me a name like Dongdong too!”
“Me too!”
“Me too, please!”
The kids rushed him all at once, demanding names.
“Alright, alright. Let’s see... you’ll be Shongshongi.”
“I’m Shongshongi now!”
Shongshongi ran off gleefully, bragging to the others about her new name.
And then—
[Name-giver of the Kindergarten of Destruction, Park Sejun, has named one of the Children of Creation as “Shongshongi.”]
[Talent: Name-giver has activated.]
[The name “Shongshongi” has been imbued with special effects.]
[Shongshongi’s temperament has become gentler.]
[Shongshongi’s patience has increased.]
[Shongshongi is now less prone to tantrums.]
[As a reward for naming, your lifespan has increased by 10 years.]
[You have acquired 1 trillion Tower Coins as a reward.]
[Earth’s evolution experience has increased by 3%.]
More reward messages followed.
Whoa!
“You’ll be Rangrangi.”
Now fully motivated, Sejun started naming the kids one after another. As expected, several small rewards felt far better than one big reward.
“You’ll be Bongbongi.”
“You’ll be Jjongjjongi.”
He quickly named every unnamed child—excluding Dongdong, Nangnangi, and Mangmangi—completing all eight names in five minutes.
Meanwhile, a few of the kids began dozing off.
(Bat-Bat~ sleeps so well~)
The rest were lulled to sleep by Bat-Bat’s lullaby.
“Let’s stop by the house for a bit.”
Confirming the kids were all asleep, Sejun and the others headed next door.
“We’re home.”
As he entered his family house and called out—
“Oh my! My babies are here?! Oh my, even Aileen is here!”
As always, Sejun was treated like an afterthought.
“Yes, Mother, hello.”
“Puhuhut. Kim Miran, nice to meet you nya!”
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Hello.”
Quhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Grandma, Queng is here, da yo!]
(Bat-Bat: Hello.)
Kkihihit. Nng!
[Hihit. It’s the butler’s mom! The great Kkamang has arrived!]
“Hello, Grandma! I’m Park Taecho, daughter of Park Sejun! I’m three years old!”
“Oh my, my granddaughter!”
Kim Miran warmly welcomed Aileen, Taecho, and the others.
Then—
“Son, you’re back?”
Finally turning to Sejun.
“Yes, your family pillar has returned.”
“Did you eat?”
Despite his strong effort to assert himself, it had little effect.
“I ate already.”
“Then let’s have some coffee.”
“Sure.”
With Kim Miran home alone during lunchtime, Sejun sat with her for coffee and chatted.
“A kindergarten?!”
“Yes... It kind of happened. But hey, it’s right next door, so it’s convenient.”
He explained how he’d moved into the house next door.
While they were talking—
“Mr. Sejuuun~!”
“Mr. Sejun! Why did you abandon Shongshongi?!”
The kids’ voices echoed from outside.
“Mom, I’ll come back later!”
Panicking, Sejun bolted out of the house with the others. If the kids wandered out, it would be a disaster. Just one of them crying and going berserk could wipe out a city block.
When they got back to the kindergarten—
“Mr. Sejuuun~!”
“There he is!”
BOOM. BOOM.
The children spotted Sejun and charged, stomping so hard the ground cracked beneath them.
Those body tackles could be fatal—but—
“Freeze!”
“Stop right there, nya!”
“Kkyut... Power of magic...”
Queng!
(Bat-Bat! Stop!)
Having experienced Sejun’s fragile constitution dozens of times, the companions activated their powers to stop the children just in time.
Grrrr.
The butler almost died!
Kkamang growled at the kids, trying to scare them. No one was actually scared.
And—
“...?”
Only Taecho, unfamiliar with Sejun’s fragile state, tilted her head with innocent curiosity, watching the whole scene unfold.
“Alright. Let’s head inside.”
After calming them, Sejun led the children back into the kindergarten.
“Okay, now I’m going to divide you into groups.”
“Dongdong, Nangnangi, Bongbongi—you’ll be in the Cat Class. Follow Vice Chairman Theo.”
“Puhuhut. This great one is Vice Chairman Teacher Theo, nya!”
To reduce his workload, Sejun divided the kids into groups and handed them off to his companions.
He needed the help—he still had cooking, cleaning, and everything else to take care of.
Thus were born five classes: Cat Class, Apple Tree Class, Bat Class, Bear Class, and Puppy Class.
“Puhuhut. Cat Class, follow me, nya!”
[Hehet. Apple Tree Class, gather up! Anyone late gets burned!]
(Bat-Bat: Bat Class, this way please!)
Queng! Queng!
[Bear Class, assemble! Or I’ll scold you, da yo!]
Kkihihit! Nng!
[Hihit! Puppy Class minions! Follow your great teacher Kkamang!]
And just like that, the Kindergarten of Destruction officially began normal operations.
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