Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 686: Grrr. If You Give the Great Kkamang a Diet Meal, I’ll Burn Your Money!

Black Tower, 99th Floor.

Crunch.

“Wow!”

Sejun exclaimed in admiration as he bit into the squid tempura made from the Midnight Black Flame Moth.

Coated in the perfect batter crafted by the food genius, Queng, fried at the precise temperature for the exact right amount of time, and dipped into the special seasoning sauce Sejun had personally made—there was no way it wouldn’t taste amazing.

Munch. Munch.

Crunch.

Slurp.

Queng!

“Uhehehe.”

Kyaung! Nyoong nyoong! Ppok ppok! Jjak jjak!

Beside Sejun, Queng, Yuren, and the sharpshooters were busy devouring the squid stir-fry, squid tempura, and squid cold salad, completely immersed in their feast.

While everyone was aggressively enjoying the Midnight Black Flame Moth cuisine—

“Puhuhuh. As expected, the grilled fish made by the Great Hybrid Chairman Park is the best, nya!”

“Kyut kyut kyut. Sejun-nim’s personally roasted peanuts are delicious too.”

Piyot! Piyot!

[That’s right! Sejun-nim’s roasted peanuts are the best!]

Theo, Iona, and Piyot, who had their own favorite dishes, were leisurely enjoying their meal.

Kkihihit. Kking!

[Hehe. Butler’s roasted sweet potato chips are the best!]

Munch. Munch. Munch.

Not everyone agreed, though.

Once the meal was finished—

Slurp.

“But why did you come back so early?”

Sejun sipped the coffee Queng had brewed and asked Piyot. Originally, he had planned to let the sharpshooters tour the Tower for about a month before returning.

Piyot...

[Actually...]

Piyot hesitated before explaining why they had come back early.

“What?! Everyone is preparing to head to the 99th floor for a birthday party?!”

Piyot delivered shocking news that Sejun had never expected.

Last year, the rabbits, wolves, and other Black Minotaurs who had received birthdays from Sejun had spread the concept around.

As a result, now, every single resident of the Black Tower had their birthday unified to March 23rd.

And, since Sejun was the one who had first introduced the concept of birthdays, they all wanted to celebrate with him.

Piyot! Piyot!

[Yes! So, to avoid chaos, wouldn’t it be best to distribute invitations like last time? That’s why I came to talk to you!]

“Puhuhuh. Excellent idea, nya! As expected of my right front paw, nya!”

A perfect chance to make lots of money, nya!

Theo smiled proudly at Piyot’s suggestion and patted his head.

Ppruhut.

Piyot also grinned proudly.

However—

Ah... I was planning to take a break starting tomorrow...

Sejun couldn’t share their joy.

How many days were left until the birthday?

“Today is March 8th, so...”

Sejun counted the days.

About two weeks left.

“Guys, since we threw a big party last year, let’s keep it small this time and invite only 10,000 people.”

Although Sejun thought he was keeping it small, his sense of scale had already become absurdly large.

While Sejun was unknowingly setting himself up for more work—

“Puhuhuh. Queng, bring all the paper! We need to make invitations, nya!”

Now is the chance to fill the Great Hybrid Chairman Park’s bank account, nya!

Queng!

Following Theo’s command, Queng hurriedly fetched all the paper stored in the warehouse.

As Queng handed out the sheets—

Stamp!

Theo began stamping them with his paw print, officially creating birthday invitations.

Puhuhuh. Don’t worry, Chairman Park! I, Vice Chairman Theo, will make sure the 99th floor is packed with birthday guests, nya!

Somehow, in Theo’s mind, Sejun’s "only 10,000" had transformed into "at least 10,000."

Theo, adding even more work to Sejun’s already busy schedule.

“Iona, make sure these invitations can’t be duplicated, nya!”

“Kyut kyut kyut. Yes. Magic, imbue this mark with a unique seal...”

To prevent the disaster from last time, Sejun asked Iona to place an anti-counterfeiting spell on the invitations.

However, due to the limited paper supply, they were only able to make 5,000 invitations.

“Puhuhuh. Chairman Park, I’ll head down and print more invitations for a complete sellout, nya!”

“Alright.”

Theo, along with Iona and Piyot’s group, quickly descended the Tower.

“Baektang, follow me, nya!”

Kyaung! Kyaung!

[No! I’m staying!]

Baektang, who was trying to stay behind, was forcibly dragged along. Theo couldn’t allow a competitor for Sejun’s lap to remain in his absence.

After Theo and his team left—

“Queng, let’s finish up.”

Queng!

[Sounds good!]

Sejun and Queng got to work on preparing the final decorations for the dishes to be served at the dragon conference.

Meanwhile—

Kkihihit.

This time, I’ll succeed.

Kkamang, who enjoyed the thrill, deliberately refused Sejun’s offer earlier and was now stealthily eyeing the food again.

It’s no fun if it’s too easy!

Kking!

[Butler, signal me when he looks away!]

With his subordinates keeping watch, Kkamang cautiously grabbed a piece of squid tempura with his mouth.

“Hey! Park Kkamang!”

But once again, Sejun caught him.

However—

The Great Kkamang always has a plan!

Even if caught, Kkamang had a contingency plan.

Blackmail.

Grrrrrr. Kking!

[Grrrr. If you give the Great Kkamang a diet meal, I’ll burn your money!]

The arsonist dog, Kkamang, growled and threatened Sejun.

However—

“Hehehe. Burn it if you can.”

Sejun remained unbothered. Because earlier, Theo had completely burned through all of Sejun’s money when he defeated the Midnight Black Flame Moth.

In other words, Sejun was completely broke, not even a single Tower Coin to his name.

“But how dare you growl at me and try to threaten me? Hmm... how long should our naughty Kkamang stay on a diet?”

Sejun put on a serious expression as if he were genuinely contemplating the matter.

This isn’t right...

Kking! Kking!

[Butler! The Great Kkamang was just joking! The Great Kkamang will listen well!]

Kkamang wagged his tail furiously, putting on his best cute act in front of Sejun.

But—

“You’re too late.”

It didn’t work, and because he had threatened Sejun, Kkamang was sentenced to a forced diet for the next two weeks, until the birthday party.

Kking...

[I should have listened to Big Brother...]

I should never threaten to burn the butler’s money again.

Under Sejun’s merciless(?) punishment, Kkamang came to his senses and sealed away his money-burning powers.

For now, at least.

“Hehehe.”

Where Do You Think You're Acting Up?

Sejun, victorious over Kkamang, reveled in his triumph.

But without Theo, he felt a little chilly.

As he looked down at his newly liberated lap, he wore a slightly forlorn expression.

However—

“But... Theo isn’t causing any trouble, right? Maybe because we haven’t been apart recently, I feel kind of uneasy.”

Sejun’s face soon turned into one of concern.

****

On the Way Down the Tower

“Puhuhuh. Yuren, how many of our Great Hybrid Chairman Park’s birthday invitations will you be buying, nya?!”

Theo asked Yuren as if buying them was an obvious obligation.

“Uh... how many should I get?”

Yuren, looking clueless, asked back.

“Puhuhuh. Buy 300,000, nya!”

“Uhehehe. Okay. Then give me 300,000.”

“Puhuhuh. Got it, nya! The price is 1 million Tower Coins per invitation, nya!”

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Yuren, without hesitation, bought the amount Theo had named.

“Kyut kyut kyut. Theo-nim, I’ll take 200,000. I think I can distribute them to the Magician’s Tower and the mages at the Mage Association.”

“Puhuhuh. As expected of Iona, you have a kind heart, nya!”

“Kyut kyut kyut.”

Iona placed her order next.

Piyot! Piyot!

[Theo-nim, I’ll take 50,000! I want to give them to my friends in the Kingdom of Cobe!]

Piyot also bought invitations.

With Iona, Yuren, and Piyot’s orders combined, Theo instantly sold 550,000 birthday invitations.

The party size Sejun had envisioned had suddenly grown by 5,400%.

“Puhuhuh. First, let’s go to the marketplace and buy all the paper we can, nya! We need to make more invitations!”

Of course, this was only the beginning.

Upon arriving at the marketplace, Theo and his group bought out every sheet of paper available from all the shops and spent the night making invitations.

****

The Territory of the Great Silver Dragon

On the day of the 5th Dragon Conference—

Thud. Thud.

The other Great Dragons began arriving at the Silver Dragon’s domain in droves.

“Great Silver Dragon, Crisela Hisron, thank you for the invitation.”

“You are welcome, Great Blue Dragon, Carl Aster.”

“Great Silver Dragon, Crisela Hisron, thank you for inv—”

One after another, the Great Dragons greeted Crisela.

But once the greetings were over, the first place they all headed was—

The banquet hall, where Sejun’s food was set up.

Hmm. Judging by the amount of food... the number of Great Dragons should be around...

Using their superior intellect, they calculated down to the gram how much they could eat, considering all possible variables.

Once all the dragons had gathered—

“Then, let’s begin the 5th Dragon Conference.”

With Crisela’s words, the meeting began.

Topics regarding the Creator God, the Black Moon, Destruction, and Corruption were brought up in order, but most of the discussion revolved around sharing analysis based on the information Sejun had provided.

Because, frankly, there was nothing they could do.

The Creator God, who was said to reside in His temple, had given no instructions, as if to say, handle it yourselves.

The Destruction energy leaking from the Black Moon was actually being used to generate Tower Coins for YongYong Market, so rather than stopping it, they actually wanted more of it.

Furthermore, Destruction itself had not shown any signs of appearing, making it impossible to form a countermeasure.

As for Corruption...

“Corruption?”

“It existed even when the Primordial God was here?!”

Even the dragons, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, were hearing about it for the first time.

Once all the scheduled agenda items were finished—

“Ahem. Great Silver Dragon Crisela Hisron, I would like to propose an additional motion.”

Kaizer spoke with slight hesitation in his voice.

“Great Black Dragon, Kaizer Pritani, you are permitted. Propose your motion.”

“Soon, the Black Tower’s farmer, Park Sejun, will be celebrating his birthday. Our Great Dragons have greatly benefited from him, so I request that we bestow upon him the title of Great Honorary Dragon.”

Kaizer proposed a birthday gift for Sejun.

“Grandfather! You remember that Sejun’s birthday is coming up, right?! Give Sejun the title of Great Honorary Dragon as a present!”

“Yeah! Give it to brother-in-law!”

Of course, the ones pushing Kaizer to suggest this were Aelin and Ace.

“What?! The title of Great Honorary Dragon?!”

“No matter how much it’s Sejun... that title is—”

“Wait, Sejun’s birthday is coming up?”

“But... can we even handle the consequences of giving him the title?”

The Dragon Lords were shaken by Kaizer’s suggestion.

The Great Honorary Dragon title had only been bestowed once in the entire history of the Great Dragons, and it required approval from at least five of the nine Dragon Lords.

And a person who held this title would be treated as one of the Great Dragons, on equal standing.

In other words, it meant recognizing Sejun as one of their own.

This was all part of Aelin’s grand scheme to marry Sejun.

“I, the Great White Dragon, Kelion Mambr, approve.”

“I, the Great Red Dragon, Lamter Zahir, also approve.”

“I, the Great Gold Dragon, Artemis Yul, approve bestowing the Great Honorary Dragon title upon Park Sejun.”

“I, the Great Silver Dragon, Crisela Hisron, also...”

“I, the Great Green Dragon, Brakio Iorg, also...”

One by one, the Dragon Lords who had received much from Sejun voiced their approval.

“I, the Great Blue Dragon, Kin Aster, approve.”

“With this, all the Great Dragon Lords unanimously agree to bestow the title of Great Honorary Dragon upon Park Sejun.”

Sejun had received the Great Honorary Dragon title unanimously.

And—

“Now, those who wish to contribute a Dragon Heart to the Great Honorary Dragon title for Park Sejun, step forward.”

“I shall do it.”

“I will as well!”

Thud. Thud.

At Crisela’s words, the Dragon Lords rushed forward.

“If we all contribute our Dragon Hearts, Sejun will die. So only I, the one who proposed it, will do it.”

“...Fine.”

Kaizer glared at the other Lords and then took a tiny fragment of his Dragon Heart, magically forming it into the honorary title and completing the Great Honorary Dragon title.

However—

[By unanimous agreement of the Nine Great Dragon Lords, you have received the title: <Great Honorary Dragon>.]

[You cannot withstand the power of the title.]

[Your life is in danger.]

“Urgh...!”

Contrary to Kaizer’s expectations, Sejun couldn’t handle even a single Dragon Heart fragment and immediately lost consciousness, hovering on the brink of death.

Queng!

[Dad, hang in there!]

Kking!

[Butler, nooo!]

Queng and Kkamang frantically treated Sejun.

Sejun, always far below the Great Dragons' expectations, was once again too fragile to handle their overwhelming power.