Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 58Vol 2. : Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! ()

“Oh my! Youngjae!”

As Han Youngjae collapsed, Lee Myeong-suk hurried over. Every child enrolled at the Imperial Kindergarten was the offspring of lawmakers, hospital directors, or CEOs from elite families, but Youngjae was special even among them.

His grandfather was none other than Han Taeho, Chairman of the Hanseong Group—ranked first in Korea’s financial world.

And Han Youngjae was his beloved eldest grandson. If anything went wrong here, the Imperial Kindergarten could be shut down for good.

“Youngjae, open your eyes! Teacher Kim, contact his mother and the doctor in charge of Youngjae! Hurry!”

While Lee Myeong-suk examined the collapsed Youngjae and barked out orders—

“Park Kkamang, I’ll give you some supreme dried sweet potato slices. Get up.”

Sejun quietly whispered into the ear of the fainted Kkamang.

Kihihit. Squeak?!

[Hihit. Supreme dried sweet potato slices?!]

Kkamang’s eyes shot open at Sejun’s words.

“What did you do to the child?!”

Sejun pointed accusingly at Han Youngjae and demanded an explanation.

Squeak! Squeak!

[The Great Kkamang did nothing wrong! That kid kicked the Great Kkamang, so he had to teach him a lesson and show him fear!]

Kkamang cried out, full of grievance.

“What?! He kicked our Kkamang?!”

Even a stray mutt gets some slack in its own house—and he dared to strike Kkamang inside the Kindergarten of Destruction?

Sejun was furious at Kkamang’s words.

Hihit. I knew it! My butler is on my side!

Now that Sejun had taken his side—

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

[Yeah! He kicked the Great Kkamang in the ribs! So hurry up and punish him!]

Kkamang proudly showed Sejun the spot where he’d been kicked, his spirits soaring. As long as Sejun was backing him, he feared nothing in the world.

“Of course I will. But... is that kid even okay?”

Sejun finally asked in a worried tone.

Normally, the soul of an average human wouldn’t survive even brushing against Kkamang’s spiritual form.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

[Yeah! I think he felt the Great Kkamang’s terror and ran away and hid! Also, butler! Where’s the supreme dried sweet potato slice?!]

“Yeah, good job. Here.”

Moved by pity that Kkamang had been hit by a five-year-old, and proud that he hadn’t vaporized the kid’s soul, Sejun cheerfully put a piece of supreme dried sweet potato slice into Kkamang’s mouth and patted his head. By Kkamang’s standards, this was a truly tiny accident.

Kihihit.

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

As Kkamang blissfully munched away—

“Is now really the time to be feeding that puppy?! What about Youngjae?! Your dog scared him and made him faint!”

Lee Myeong-suk raised her voice, shrill and pointed, as she confronted Sejun. Even in this urgent situation, she tried hard not to lose her composure.

“I apologize. I’ll treat him immediately. But let’s get the facts straight first. It was Youngjae who kicked Kkamang first, and—”

As Sejun tried to clarify the situation—

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang.

“Director, Madam has arrived.”

One of the teachers informed Lee Myeong-suk before hurrying to the front entrance. Youngjae’s house was nearby, so his mother had gotten there quickly.

“Youngjae!”

A woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in luxury clothes and jewelry, burst in accompanied by dozens of people.

Among them were doctors.

“Lay Master Youngjae down properly so we can examine him. And Director Lee Myeong-suk, please describe in detail what happened before he lost consciousness.”

“Yes. Before Youngjae fainted, he—”

The doctor checked Youngjae’s pupils, breathing, and pulse while Lee Myeong-suk recounted the situation.

About five minutes later—

“Madam, it’s vasovagal syncope. We’ll need to run some tests at the hospital to be certain, but aside from a slightly reduced pulse, he seems fine.”

The doctor eased his expression and explained to Youngjae’s mother, Choi Moran.

“Vasovagal syncope?”

“Yes. Based on the circumstances before he fainted, it looks like he was startled and suffered a brief loss of consciousness due to autonomic nervous system imbalance. It’s common in children—no need to worry too much. He should be fine after a few days of rest.”

“Phew. That’s a relief.”

Choi Moran let out a breath of relief.

“Is that the one? The thing that startled Youngjae?”

She coldly glared at Kkamang.

Squeak?! Squeak!

[How dare she glare at the Great Kkamang?! Butler, punish her!]

Riled up now that Sejun had taken his side, Kkamang barked furiously at Choi Moran, meeting her gaze head-on.

Meanwhile—

Jingle. Jingle!

[The Great Kkamang, your humble servant Kkobang has returned. How dare that one stare directly at the Great Kkamang?!]

Having flown 10 meters and crawled back diligently, Kkobang resumed his place as Kkamang’s bell and began groveling.

“Know your place... Eliminate it.”

Choi Moran whispered, still glaring at Kkamang.

Nod.

Five bodyguards in black suits standing behind her moved swiftly to subdue Kkamang.

They were hunters around level 30. They moved too fast for the average person to follow.

“You’d better stop.”

Touch my Kkamang? Haven’t you people seen any movies about what happens when you mess with someone’s dog?

Heh. Ever heard of Jun Wick?

Sejun casually stepped in front of them and placed himself between the approaching men and Kkamang.

My Kkamang doesn’t bite.

He erases souls instead.

He was worried about them, honestly.

Flick.

At the same time, Sejun casually tossed a dried sweet potato slice behind him.

Kihihit. Squeak!

[Hihit! Supreme dried sweet potato slice!]

Without even noticing the hostility aimed at him, Kkamang dashed after the slice—

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

Hihit. So tasty.

—utterly absorbed in eating. Sejun had thrown the slice to redirect his attention.

If they kept ignoring Kkamang like this, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

An unrestrained Kkamang was a full-blown catastrophe. It took ten slices of dried sweet potato just to calm him down.

As Sejun distracted Kkamang—

Thud.

A punch flew toward Sejun’s stomach.

“Puhuhut! The mighty hybrid Chairman Park’s belly ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) is protected by Vice-Chairman Te Theo’s iron defense, nya!”

But the punch hit nothing—Theo’s soft front paw blocked it. Still clinging to Sejun’s knee, Theo revealed himself, canceling invisibility.

Queng!

[Daddy is protected by Queng, da-yo!]

“Ugh! I can’t move my body!”

Queng also dropped invisibility, suppressing the bodyguards with telekinesis.

“Belly? This is muscle!”

Sejun, offended by Theo’s words, slapped his stomach—

Slap. Slap.

—only to produce the kind of squishy sound that wouldn’t come from hard muscle. He’d been eating too many rich foods lately; even crops couldn’t burn all the fat off.

“Puhuhut. Then I’ll call it ‘watery muscle,’ nya!” fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

“That’s not it! Look closely—there’s a ‘王’ symbol here! See it?”

Sejun flexed and tried to force a ‘王’ shape to appear on his stomach.

“Nya?! If you don’t like watery muscle, I’ll call it chonky muscle instead, nya! No matter how great the hybrid Chairman Park is, I won’t yield anymore, nya!”

Theo made a small concession.

But—

“Say that again.”

Sejun wasn’t satisfied.

Squeeze.

“Ba-boss! I’m sorry, nya!”

Theo, failing to give Sejun the answer he wanted, had his cheeks stretched into mochi form.

Then—

“What are you doing?! Take care of them now!”

Choi Moran snapped impatiently, urging the remaining bodyguards forward.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Ten more guards rushed to subdue Sejun and Kkamang—

Queng!

[Stay still, da-yo!]

—but were immediately immobilized by Queng’s telekinesis.

“...Lucky... I want to be mochi, too... Oh. Madam, that cat is Park Theo.”

Moran’s secretary, briefly entranced by Theo, came to her senses and reported in a trembling voice.

Though Sejun’s face was hidden from the world thanks to intel agencies, his companions—Theo, Queng, and Bat-Bat—were incredibly famous.

Especially Theo, the social media darling with thousands of photos and reels online. He was the secretary’s absolute favorite.

“What? Who?”

“The Tower Farmer Park Sejun’s fatal claw hybrid golden cat—oh my god, so cute—it’s Park Theo.”

The secretary accidentally recited the chant of Theo’s fan club, MeowMeowDan. Luckily, she stopped short of performing the matching dance.

If she could get a pawprint autograph from Theo today and post it in the fan cafe, maybe she’d get promoted to staff?

She was, after all, a full member of MeowMeowDan.

“What?”

“N-no, nothing. But more importantly, ma’am... if Park Theo is here, that man must be the Tower Farmer of the Black Tower, Park Sejun.”

Theo only becomes a lap cat on the lap of Park Sejun of the Black Tower.

The secretary, face blank once again, calmly delivered her report—eyes full of envy as she gazed at Sejun.

“That can’t be...”

Being from a chaebol family, Choi Moran had access to high-level, classified information. She even knew some things about Sejun.

Unofficially the world’s richest man.

Unofficially the strongest man alive.

Unofficially, the hero who saved Earth.

That incredible person... was him?

She looked Sejun up and down, from his worn-out T-shirt to his loose pants, her expression one of disbelief.

Just then—

“Hm? Niece-in-law, what brings you here?”

Having been in a meeting with Iona, Han Tae-jun had stepped out for a breather with Kim Dong-sik when he spotted Choi Moran and called out.

Uncle?! Why is Uncle here?!

“Uh—Uncle? Hello.”

Flustered, Choi Moran quickly bowed to Han Tae-jun.

“Mr. Tae-jun, do you know her?”

“Yes. She’s my niece-in-law.”

Tae-jun answered Sejun’s question.

“Oh, then that kid over there must be your nephew?”

“Yes. But this atmosphere...”

The mood was definitely off. The formation of bodyguards surrounding Sejun and his group—it was clearly hostile.

“Hm. Mr. Sejun, I apologize. It seems the Hanseong Group folks have overstepped. May I handle the rest?”

“Yes.”

Tae-jun bowed a full 90 degrees to Sejun in apology, then asked for permission. Once granted—

“Niece-in-law, what exactly is going on here? Who are these people?”

His voice turned cold.

“Well...”

Choi Moran realized things were going very wrong.

The man who even talked over her father-in-law, the chairman of Hanseong Group, was now speaking to that man with extreme caution.

Maybe the secretary was right.

What do I do...

Her expression turned hopeless.

Not long ago, her husband, Han Sang-sik, CEO of Hanseong Hotel, had transferred most of their shares in Neverland to build a relationship with Park Sejun of the Black Tower.

They had hoped to use that connection to strengthen their position in other ventures.

Hanseong was powerful in Korea—but overseas, it was just one successful company among many.

They had intended to raise its global profile through Sejun’s name... but thanks to her and Youngjae, that plan now seemed jeopardized.

The chairman had been thrilled when he heard about the contract with Park Sejun. If Sejun turned hostile toward Hanseong now because of her...

He might kick me out.

Han Taeho was a ruthless man when it came to the company’s prosperity—bloodless and tearless.

Oh no...

Just as tears welled up in her eyes from fear—

“Puhuhut! Since you dared attack the Great Hybrid Chairman Park, you’re now an official employee of Sejun Company, nya!”

Stamp.

“Huh?”

Before she knew it, Theo had stamped her thumbprint onto a contract with his paw, binding her to Sejun with a bond far stronger than some Neverland shares.

“Puhuhut! Welcome to Sejun Company, nya! By the way, what’s your name, nya?”

Theo asked with a beaming expression.

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