Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 57Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()
“But is it really okay for me to take over Neverland like this? Wasn’t it originally part of Hanseong Hotel?”
“Hahaha. Don’t worry at all. Please accept it without hesitation. The value of the things you’ve left at Neverland, Sejun-nim...”
Han Tae-jun explained in detail the worth of what Sejun had left behind.
“And to be honest, the Hanseong Group actually wants Sejun-nim to be the owner of Neverland.”
A Hanseong Group subsidiary handed over to Sejun?
This could be interpreted in various ways, but as long as their relationship remained good, people would see it as a sign of close ties between Sejun and the Hanseong Group.
The Hanseong Group could use that perceived connection to gain leverage in business deals—this was what’s known as the halo effect.
Recently, the eldest daughter of the Woo-yang Group—ranked 5th among major business conglomerates—married Sejun’s friend Kyung-chul, and their standing rapidly climbed to 3rd. It had stung.
So this was a golden opportunity for the Hanseong Group to establish a link with Sejun—and they didn’t want to miss it.
“Alright. I mean, it’s nice to own a theme park.”
After hearing Han Tae-jun’s explanation, Sejun accepted the offer without feeling burdened.
“Just sign here.”
“Okay.”
When Sejun signed the documents Han Tae-jun handed over, officially making Neverland a subsidiary of Sejun Company—
“Aileen noona, over here, nya! Tae-jun only gave our Great Hybrid Chairman Park 85% of Neverland’s shares, nya!”
“Got it. Leave it to me.”
“Puhuhut. I knew I could count on you, Aileen noona, nya!”
“Huhuhu. Of course. I am the Great Black Dragon Aileen Fritani, after all.”
Though Theo had already negotiated the stake up to 85%, he wasn’t satisfied and brought in the unbeatable negotiation cheat card: Aileen.
Puhuhut. Hand it over, nya!
With Aileen standing tall behind him, Theo looked smugly at Han Tae-jun.
Hand it over!
Aileen’s gaze was just as firm.
“Ahem.”
Feeling the pressure of their intense stares, Han Tae-jun turned his head and let out a low groan.
He had promised to ensure Hanseong Group retained 15% of Neverland when it was spun off—he couldn’t give more even if he wanted to.
The additional 34.9% that Sejun received had come from Han Tae-jun’s personal shares.
At that moment—
“Enough, both of you. This is more than enough. Tae-jun-nim’s already going out of his way. He and Dong-sik-nim have done so much for me.”
Sejun stepped in to stop them.
“Okay.”
“Puhuhut. Alright, nya!”
They gave up surprisingly easily.
And—
Thank you, Sejun-nim.
I seriously thought I was done for just now.
Han Tae-jun and Kim Dong-sik looked at Sejun with deep gratitude for saving them from the terrifying Black Dragon.
...Too much pressure.
This time, Sejun turned his head away.
“Now, shall we go over the specifics of Neverland’s remodeling and operation?”
At Han Tae-jun’s prompt, Kim Dong-sik pulled out a thick file.
“Ah, talk to our Planning Director Iona about that. Iona, please handle it.”
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Yes! Leave it to me!”
Sejun handed things off to Iona and stepped outside.
He wanted to do it himself, but... there was the sports day. It wouldn’t run without him. Not because it was a hassle or anything. Definitely not.
Just as Sejun slipped away—
Ding-dong.
The bell rang.
“Yes?”
Sejun rushed over and opened the door.
Standing there was a stern-looking woman in her 40s with horn-rimmed glasses, and behind her were 20 female teachers in two straight rows, followed by 50 children in matching black uniforms lined up in perfect five-row formation.
Their formation was military-precise.
Drill training?
As Sejun observed the Imperial Kindergarten visitors—
Who is this man? The driver?
Lee Myeong-suk examined Sejun in turn.
They were dressed in luxury from head to toe, while he...
We were invited, and this guy greets us wearing that stretched-out, scruffy T-shirt?
Sejun’s clothes were baggy and the neckline was loose.
But did Lee Myeong-suk know?
The clothes Sejun wore were myth-grade luxury garments with incredible durability—crafted not to tear even when tugged by Children of Destruction.
Once the Spider of Allure, Apostle of Destruction No. 9, Alice was now ranked third in the Kkamang family. She spun and wove this fabric herself, making only one piece per quarter. It was an ultra-super-rare item you couldn’t buy even with money.
Hmph. If the welcoming party’s at this level, the rest is surely just as shabby.
“Hello. I’m Lee Myeong-suk, director of Imperial Kindergarten.”
Lee Myeong-suk gave a brief nod and spoke loftily.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Park Sejun, Vice-Director of the Kindergarten of Destruction—and also its teacher, nutritionist, gardener, security, and more.”
Sejun introduced himself proudly. He ran everything himself—no wonder he was proud.
How broke are they that the vice-director does everything?
First the clothes, now this... The level of this place is clear.
Though they smiled politely on the surface, Lee Myeong-suk and her teachers mocked the Kindergarten of Destruction inwardly.
They were good at keeping a poker face, but—
“Pfft. Gardener and security? That’s like... a servant’s job.”
“Seriously, do they have no money?”
“Is this a kindergarten for poor kids or what?”
“My parents told me not to hang out with poor kids.”
The children, however, had no filter. Or rather, no one had taught them one.
They were raised in wealth and taught to ignore social cues.
And then—
“Mister, if you need work, just let me know. You can work at my house. We’re super rich!”
One child said proudly.
“Yeah! Jae-young’s family is the richest here!”
“Jae-young’s grandpa is the chairman of the Hanseong Group!”
Other kids praised him.
“Sigh...”
Quu...
“Hahaha... Sure. I’ll let you know if I need a job.”
Sejun held back Theo and Queng, who were fuming.
Huhu. I’m an adult. I won’t be shaken by silly kids’ words.
He brushed it off without concern.
By the way, Theo and Queng were currently invisible due to concealment magic. If they spoke now, it’d be problematic—both were famous divine beasts on Earth, and being seen with them would immediately reveal Sejun’s identity.
In fact, Theo and Queng were more reliable than an ID.
Back when Sejun was poor, he’d have been touchy about being looked down on for money—but now that he was rich, he couldn’t care less. If they’d said he was weak, though, it would’ve been a different story.
“Let’s head inside, then.”
Sejun led the Imperial Kindergarten guests into the Kindergarten of Destruction.
“Welcome.”
Aileen, Director of the Kindergarten, was waiting at the front of the building.
“Wow.”
“She’s so pretty!”
“She doesn’t look human...”
“My mom’s a celebrity, but she’s prettier than my mom!”
The Imperial kids were stunned by Aileen’s beauty.
“What are you all gawking at? Get the kids changed and ready for the sports day.”
At Lee Myeong-suk’s stern voice, they came back to their senses and changed the kids into athletic wear.
Of course, the Imperial kids’ sportswear was high-end designer gear.
“Okay, let’s start with some stretching.”
“Yes!”
Ten former national athletes—now teachers—began leading warm-ups.
Meanwhile—
“Ugh!”
“Hyaa!”
The Children of Destruction came out in yellow spandex tracksuits.
What the heck? That hideous tracksuit...
Lee Myeong-suk and the teachers scowled at the sight.
But those yellow tracksuits were crafted from the hide of the Great Golden Dragon—unbelievably durable and stretchy, and literally priceless.
“How should we decide the events?”
“Let’s each pick one. We’ll let the Kindergarten of Destruction go first.”
“Alright, let’s start with the tile-flipping game. Best of five—first to three wins. We’ll send 23 kids; you can send all 50 if you want.”
Out of the 25 children including Taecho, only 23 could walk—Ddaeddae, Aewaah, and the crawling baby were excluded.
“Hohoho. No, no. It has to be fair.”
Are you mocking us?
Irritated by Sejun’s words, Lee Myeong-suk forced a smile.
So 23 kids from each side competed in the first game—
“We won!”
“Huhuhu. Today’s MVP is Dongdong-i!”
The Kindergarten of Destruction won three straight rounds in 30 minutes—an overwhelming victory.
The Children of Destruction, having trained diligently, won by skill alone despite their current obsession with strength-based games.
“...”
“...”
The Imperial teachers and children were left speechless.
“Everyone, pull yourselves together. We must uphold Imperial Kindergarten’s dignity. Next is tug-of-war—get ready.”
Lee Myeong-suk pushed them toward the next event.
Didn’t expect to use this so soon...
Imperial Kindergarten always aimed for the best, and she had come prepared with various items just in case.
With our grip-enhancing shoes, tug-of-war is ours.
She was confident of victory.
But—
“Wow! We won again!”
Another overwhelming win for the Children of Destruction.
“Another loss...”
“But we trained so hard...”
“We even used our items...”
The kids were dispirited by consecutive defeats.
“We’re all about strength—how did we win again? Sotteok-i, I can’t reduce my power any more...”
“Shongshong, when should Chacha hold back?”
Even the Children of Destruction were feeling down because they couldn’t suppress their strength properly.
“Let’s do the balloon-popping event next. Then we’ll break for lunch.”
It was nearly lunchtime. Sejun proposed a break after the next match in case of potential chaos. Hungry kids = dangerous.
There are a lot of people today, so I’ll need to make extra. What should I cook?
Of course, Sejun assumed he’d also be preparing lunch for the Imperial group.
“Sure. We’ve ordered bento from Hanseong Hotel, so let us know if you need any.”
Lee Myeong-suk clearly assumed she’d be providing their own meal.
“Oh, it’s fine. Our kids like the food I make.”
“Of course.”
They probably haven’t tasted gourmet chef cuisine anyway.
With a slight sneer, Lee Myeong-suk returned to her group. Sejun also returned to his.
“Sejun, wasn’t she just looking down on you?”
Aileen asked, her expression cold enough to vaporize someone. Female intuition was terrifying.
“Huh? Vice Chairman Te, was I just insulted?”
“Nya?! I’m not sure, nya!”
In contrast, Sejun and Theo were oblivious.
“Maybe not...?”
Aileen tilted her head in confusion.
“Aileen, we’re eating lunch after this event.”
“Hihihi. Really? Then I’ll tell the kids to wrap it up fast.” frёeweɓηovel_coɱ
“No, don’t tell them. If it ends too fast, it’s no fun.”
“Got it.”
As Sejun and Aileen spoke—
Kihihit. Squeak!
[Hihit. The Great Kkamang has awakened!]
Kkamang, refreshed from his nap, began his patrol.
First, territory inspection!
He strutted proudly around his domain.
Squeak?! Squeak?!
[Who are you guys?! Newbies?! This is the Great Kkamang’s territory! Get permission before wandering around!]
He barked to assert dominance over the unfamiliar Imperial kids.
Jingle jingle!
[Make way for the Great Kkamang!]
His loyal follower Kkobang dangled like a bell from his neck, tail wagging hard.
“What the heck? What a scruffy mutt.”
Thud.
Imperial leader Han Young-jae kicked Kkamang for barking noisily.
How dare you strike the Great Kkamang?!
Yip!
Kkobang launched himself and bit Han Young-jae’s leg.
No penetration!
He was too weak to break even basic human skin.
But—
“Uwaaah! A snake!”
He at least succeeded in scaring him.
Han Young-jae panicked, kicking his leg to shake Kkobang off.
Whoosh.
Hehe. I may not be as terrifying as the Great Kkamang, but I’m still pretty scary.
Akasha smiled in midair.
Meanwhile—
Grrr. How dare you kick the Great Kkamang?!
Thunk.
Kkamang headbutted Han Young-jae.
“...”
Crushed by a massive shadow, Han Young-jae lost consciousness.
“Sigh. Park Kkamang, that brat caused trouble again.”
Sejun looked at the sprawled-out Kkamang and Han Young-jae and let out a deep sigh.
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