Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 672: I’m Taking That Bouquet!

Late!

Sejun finally arrived on the rooftop.

“Iona, cast invisibility spells on yourself and the others.”

“Kyut, kyut, kyut. Yes! By the power of mana...”

To avoid attracting attention, Sejun had Iona cloak the group in invisibility.

Then, hurrying down from the rooftop, they reached the wedding hall just as—

“The groom will now enter!”

The ceremony had already begun.

“First, I need to handle the gift...”

Sejun approached the table for the groom’s monetary gifts—then froze.

Ah. Right. I don’t have any cash.

Having only brought Tower Coins, Sejun quickly improvised. He filled 18 envelopes with ten 100-Tower Coin coins each.

There were 18 members in his group, and he needed meal tickets for the buffet.

After submitting the envelopes—

“Thank you.”

Hehe. It’s been a while since I’ve had a buffet.

Sejun took the 18 meal tickets and headed inside the hall, already looking forward to the buffet.

But—

“Well, well. If it isn’t Park Sejun—the guy who got fired for skipping work!”

A man who had been watching Sejun smirked and called out in a mocking voice.

“Huh?”

Who’s that?

Sejun turned around and—

“······”

His expression briefly hardened as unpleasant memories surfaced but quickly returned to normal.

The man’s name was Lee Hasan.

The son of Sejun’s old company’s CEO, he had become a manager through nepotism. Being the same age as Sejun and Kyungchul, he had constantly bossed them around.

Heh. But as the cool guy I am, I’ve already let go of the past.

Thinking he exuded an air of coolness, Sejun greeted him.

“Oh, Hasan! Good to see you.”

But—

What?! Hasan?!

He thinks he can act casual with me outside work?!

Hasan’s expression soured at Sejun’s lack of formality.

Heh. Perfect. I’ll crush this guy right here.

Hasan, who had just been humiliated by Kyungchul ignoring him, decided to vent his frustration by flaunting his wealth to Sejun.

Sejun’s shabby outfit and the 18 envelopes stuffed with “100-won coins” confirmed to Hasan that Sejun was easy prey.

He never suspected that Sejun, the scruffy man before him, was the famous Tower Farmer.

Thanks to intelligence agencies creating a fake identity for Tower Farmer Sejun to protect his family, Hasan had no clue.

This guy?!

And Sejun’s laid-back demeanor made it impossible for him to connect the dots.

Hasan also failed to recognize that Sejun’s “shabby clothes” were actually SSS-grade items that didn’t exist on Earth—

Or that the coins in the envelopes were Tower Coins, worth enough to buy entire countries.

“Still keeping in touch with Kyungchul, huh? But isn’t that outfit a bit much for a wedding?”

Pretending to care, Hasan subtly showed off his luxury shoes, belt, and tie by shifting his stance.

“Oh. I came in a rush, so I didn’t have time to buy clothes.”

“Really? Must be busy these days, huh?”

Busy? He looks like he just rolled out of bed.

Hasan sneered internally.

“What’d you come here in? Bus? Subway?”

He was setting up for another flex.

“Me? I walked.”

Sejun couldn’t exactly say he’d flown here, so he settled for a lie.

“Walked, huh? Must’ve been convenient. I drove my new Lamborghini, but the traffic was awful.”

Grinning smugly, Hasan flashed his car key.

In truth, it was a used car, but it looked new enough that no one would know.

However—

“Right? Traffic’s bad in Seoul. That’s why you should just walk from now on.”

Sejun glanced briefly at the key but brushed off the remark, heading toward the hall without another word.

And then—

“Wait. Are you really going in there?”

Hasan called out, incredulous.

“Yeah.”

“Pfft. Don’t bother. You think I want to be out here? They won’t even let you in without the right status.”

Hasan scoffed, convinced Sejun would be turned away.

This guy’s really underestimating me.

Sejun’s cool composure was starting to crack as he looked at Hasan’s mocking face. His anger simmered.

Just as Sejun was about to step forward—

“Hiss! Don’t you dare disrespect the Great Hybrid Chairman Park, nya! Chairman Park of Sejun Company can go anywhere he pleases, nya!”

Sejun’s loyal right-hand, Theo, couldn’t hold back and revealed himself.

And then—

“A talking cat?!”

“It’s Vice Chairman Theo!”

“It’s Theo!”

The people outside the wedding hall, unable to enter, caused a commotion upon seeing Theo.

“Puhuhut. Greetings, humans, nya! I am the right hand of the Great Hybrid Chairman Park, the lethal Dragon Claw Hybrid...”

Theo puffed up with pride, introducing himself.

But—

“Mr. Sejun, this way, please. Your seat is ready.”

“Sure.”

A staff member, who was actually an agent of the Korean Awakened Association, disguised as a wedding usher, quickly stepped in to guide Sejun.

As Sejun and Theo entered the hall—

“Wha—”

Who the hell is this guy?!

Hasan stood frozen, his face blank with disbelief.

[Lee Hasan]

Nepotistic manager at Sejun’s former company.Abused his position to boss around Sejun and Kyungchul in the past.Extremely poor relations with Sejun.The intelligence agents observing Hasan quickly filed and transmitted a report about him to their superiors.

It didn’t take even ten minutes for the consequences to unfold.

Buzz.

“Hello?”

“Hasan! What the hell are you doing out there?!”

Operation ‘Pest Control’ was activated. Tax authorities raided Hasan’s company, banks called in loans for early repayment, and his name was flagged as a high-risk individual.

As Hasan was urgently summoned back to the office—

“I have a prepared performance,” Sejun informed the usher.

By then, Theo had already cloaked himself again with Iona’s magic.

“Oh. Would it be okay to schedule it for the final performance?”

“Sure.”

“What’s the title of the song?”

“Chamagsa.”

“Pardon?”

‘Buy Cars?’ Is it a song promoting car sales?

The usher, hearing the strange title, quickly searched online, but no results appeared.

That was expected—because the song was written by Bet-Bet.

“Oh, it’s an original song. It won’t show up in searches. Bet-Bet composed and wrote it.”

Sejun stroked his left shoulder as he spoke.

“Oh... then do you have sheet music? We’ll need it for accompaniment.”

Realizing it was impossible to deny Earth’s unofficial strongest man, the usher resigned and asked cautiously.

But—

“Nope. Bet-Bet doesn’t know how to read sheet music. But it’s a genius.”

Sejun had no sheet music. Clearly, he was here to ruin the wedding.

(Bethehe.)

Bet-Bet let out a pleased squeak, delighted at Sejun’s compliment.

“······”

The usher froze momentarily at the sudden sound of laughter, but then—

[Bet-Bet]

Golden bat, the size of a fist, and a master of stealth.Single-handedly resolved the Harbin air raid.Signature techniques: Bat Storm Fist, One-Bat Island, Bat-Tornado.Recalling Bet-Bet’s terrifying profile, the usher swallowed nervously.

“Here’s your seat.”

She led Sejun to his assigned spot.

And—

Sejun handed a note to the host.

“Mr. Sejun has prepared a song for the celebration. Please include it as the final performance.”

The host prayed that Sejun wouldn’t ruin the wedding.

Once Sejun sat down—

“Puhuhut.”

Theo climbed onto Sejun’s lap, while the rest of the group settled into their seats.

The only one without a seat was Yuren, who made himself comfortable by sitting on Sejun’s foot, keeping it warm.

Lick. Lick. Lick.

Poyo busily licked Yuren, trying to suppress his misfortune from activating.

Meanwhile—

Oh, so Taejun’s officiating.

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Sejun exchanged a brief nod with Han Taejun, the officiant, as their eyes met.

A short while later—

“Next, we’ll have the congratulatory songs.”

The performances began.

“The first song is prepared by the bride, Choi Mina’s friends.”

Friends of both the bride and groom took turns singing.

And then—

“For this performance, we have a special guest—the bride’s sister, singer-songwriter Choi Yura. The song is titled Eternal Love. Please give her a big round of applause!”

To accommodate other performers, the well-known singer Choi Yura took the stage early instead of at the end.

“♪ Your love...”

As soon as her voice filled the room, it captivated the audience.

Normally, anyone performing after such a performance would be nervous, but—

Oh, so Mina’s sister is Choi Yura.

Sejun was just fascinated by the sheer number of celebrities he’d encountered lately.

It wasn’t his turn to sing, so he had nothing to worry about.

When the song ended—

“Wow!”

The hall erupted in applause and cheers.

“Next, we have a performance by the groom’s friend, Park Sejun. The song is titled... Chamagsa. Please give him a warm welcome!”

Following the awe-inspiring performance of Choi Yura, it was Sejun’s turn.

Most people in the hall were unfamiliar with Sejun, and the strange song title didn’t raise any expectations.

Tap. Tap.

Sejun tapped the microphone to check if it was working.

Sejun, you came.

Kyungchul, congratulations.

Sejun exchanged a glance with Kyungchul before turning to his left.

“Bet-Bet, are you ready?”

He held the mic toward his shoulder and asked.

(Bet-Bet. Ready.)

Bet-Bet began to sing.

(♪ We met by chance as we walked our paths~)

Suddenly—

“······”

The audience fell silent, completely mesmerized by Bet-Bet’s ethereal voice.

(♪ Our meeting might not have been by chance~)

(♪ Love that even dimensions cannot block~)

By the end of the first chorus, the audience finally understood why the song was called Chamagsa.

It was short for Love That Even Dimensions Cannot Block.

Who the hell named this song?

The title doesn’t match this beautiful melody at all.

I can’t focus on the lyrics because of the title.

Many guests silently cursed whoever came up with the name.

(♪ Our love cannot be blocked, even by dimensions~)

(♪ We can feel each other and find one another, no matter how far apart~)

Meanwhile, the song built up to its climax.

[You have listened to Chamagsa for over 2 minutes.]

[The name’s hidden power has been activated.]

[The song’s original performer delivered it perfectly, enhancing its effects.]

[The name’s effect induces deep peace of mind.]

[The name’s effect greatly strengthens affection toward loved ones.]

[The name’s effect enhances the ability to sense mutual attraction.]

Sejun’s choice of the song title triggered its magical effects.

Moments later—

(Love that even dimensions can’t block—that’s us.)

As the song ended—

“······”

The hall fell silent as everyone lingered in the afterglow, holding the hands of their loved ones.

Ah. I miss Eileen.

Sejun also found himself thinking about Eileen, absent from this moment, as he held Theo’s and Queng’s paws.

“Ahem. Moving on...”

Thankfully, the host managed to break the spell of endless sentimentality, and the ceremony resumed.

After the Ceremony.

“And now, we’ll have a group photo with the bride and groom’s colleagues and friends.”

When it was time for photos—

“Sejun, thank you so much for coming! Stand here with me.”

Kyungchul immediately pulled Sejun beside him, ignoring Sejun’s casual outfit.

“Ready? One, two, three.”

Click.

After the photo—

“Next, we’ll toss the bouquet. Ladies, please step forward. You know the rule—catch it, and you’ll get married within six months!”

Hearing the host’s words,

Kyut, kyut, kyut! If I catch that, I have to get married in six months?!

Iona quietly joined the group behind the bride.

And then—

“One, two, three!”

I’m taking that bouquet!

Just as Iona was about to catch the bouquet—

[Your Black Tower Level 0 Floor stay has ended.]

[Returning to the Black Tower.]

“Kyungchul, I’ve got to go. Congratulations again on your wedding!”

As his time on Earth ended, Sejun hastily stuffed a Great Growth Elixir into Kyungchul’s pocket and vanished with his companions.

[You have arrived at the Black Tower, 99th Floor.]

“Kyut... I was so close...”

Back in the tower, Iona sulked over narrowly missing the bouquet.

“Ah... The buffet...”

Sejun also slumped, staring at the unused meal tickets in his hand.

And then—

“Puhuhut. Cheer up, nya!”

Theo consoled them both.