Solo Farming In The Tower-Chapter 707: Becoming an SS-Rank Tower Farmer
99th Floor of the Black Tower.
“Hm hm hm.”
If he didn’t like the dried sweet potato jerky, what should I give him instead?
What does he like?
Sejun hummed as he pondered over what food to give Corruption as a thank-you gift for sending the Ogres and Planet-Destroying Turtles. He stepped through the dimensional gate and returned to the Black Tower.
“Huh?!”
What’s going on with him?!
The sight that greeted Sejun was the Baby Puppet Ginseng with its leaves turning yellow.
“Are you sick?”
Sejun quickly reached out and gently stroked the Baby Puppet Ginseng with his Farmer’s Warm Touch skill.
As he used the skill, the yellowing leaves rapidly regained their vibrant green color, as though they had never wilted at all.
“Whew. That’s a relief.”
Seeing the improvement, Sejun let out a sigh of relief, his concern for the Baby Puppet Ginseng easing.
Then —
“Baby Puppet Ginseng, what do you need?”
Sejun gently petted its leaves, asking softly.
However —
[...]
The Baby Puppet Ginseng remained silent.
Unlike the other baby medicinal herbs, it was incredibly taciturn.
Or maybe it just couldn’t speak?
Sejun continued to stroke its leaves, staring at it curiously.
“Puhuhu. Chairman Park, this great one wants the exclusive right to your lap for 10,000 years, nya!”
“Kyut kyut kyut! I want a mountain of roasted peanuts as big as a meteor!”
Kwuhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Quengie wants a pile of rice cakes and honey as big as Mommy!]
Kihihit. Kking!
[Hehe! Master! The Great Kkamang wants dried sweet potato jerky as big as the old Troubletooth!]
Instead of the Baby Puppet Ginseng, Sejun’s companions eagerly voiced their own demands.
Not you guys.
Naturally, Sejun ignored them completely.
A moment later.
Thud. Thud.
Kuong.
[Good morning, Sejun-nim.]
Pink Fur approached, greeting Sejun as he continued to stroke the Baby Puppet Ginseng. Sejun stopped and greeted her back.
“Morning, Pink Fur. Just a moment.”
Sejun headed to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, the Baby Puppet Ginseng’s leaves started to yellow again, little by little.
Unaware of this —
“Cooking.”
Sejun duplicated the choco pies made by Sejun No. 12 and filled Pink Fur’s snack pouch with them.
In the middle, he ran out of chocolate.
“Puhuhu. Mud-nim, give me some chocolate bricks, nya!”
Theo immediately flew over, carrying some.
“Here you go.”
Thanks to Theo, Sejun was able to fully stock Pink Fur’s snack pouch.
Kuhoho.
Pink Fur slung the snack pouch diagonally across her body, laughing happily as she headed off to her special training.
And then —
“Alright, everyone, let’s eat.”
Sejun called the group together for breakfast.
Once they finished eating —
“Puhuhu. The Great Hybrid Chairman Park is going to earn a ton of money, nya!”
“Kyut kyut kyut! I’ll be back!”
Kwuhehehe. Queng!
[Hehehe. Daddy Quengie is going to work, da yo!]
“Okay. Be careful out there.”
Sejun sent Theo and Queng off to work and headed to the farm with Kkamang for some farming work.
However —
“Huh?! It’s already wilted again.”
On his way, Sejun noticed the Baby Puppet Ginseng’s leaves were yellowing once more.
Sejun knelt in front of it and resumed using the Farmer’s Warm Touch skill, this time focusing more intensely.
Today, I’m going to help you grow.
At the same time, he tried several methods to help it grow — giving it extra nutrients, infusing it with magic, singing to it — but nothing seemed to work.
Crrooo.
Sejun dozed off, his eyelids growing heavy.
Hehe.
Master fell asleep!
Seeing Sejun asleep, Kkamang lay down between Sejun’s legs and quickly fell asleep too.
Snooore.
Time passed.
Rustle.
From Sejun and Kkamang’s heads, a faint, glimmering energy floated out and was absorbed by the Baby Puppet Ginseng.
And then —
[Thank you for sharing your dreams with me, Sejun-nim, Kkamang Family.]
The Baby Puppet Ginseng, having absorbed Sejun and Kkamang’s dreams, quietly expressed its gratitude.
Swoosh.
And then, it vanished.
Flash!
Simultaneously, Sejun’s entire body glowed brightly.
The quest was completed, and Sejun had officially become an SS-Rank Tower Farmer.
The spot where the Baby Puppet Ginseng had disappeared.
Grooo.
Grroooo... Kking...
[Rrr... Great Kkamang... give me sweet potato jerky...]
The only sounds left in the area were Sejun’s snores and Kkamang’s sleep-talking.
***
Forest of Creation.
[Oh! You’re here!]
The Puppet Ginseng appeared before a massive tree whose size was immeasurable.
[Hehe. Welcome. I’ve been waiting for you.]
Flamy greeted the Puppet Ginseng warmly.
[But... did you bring that too?]
Flamy asked, eyeing the massive piece of dried sweet potato jerky the Puppet Ginseng was carrying.
[Yes. It just sort of happened...]
The Puppet Ginseng fidgeted nervously, trying to hide the jerky behind its body.
It was far larger than its own body — a piece it couldn’t fully digest after absorbing Kkamang’s dream.
[You’d better eat that quickly. If Kkamang finds out, it’ll be chaos.]
[Yes, I’ll eat it right away!]
Munch. Munch.
The Puppet Ginseng smiled and began to devour the jerky enthusiastically.
Look at that. It even brought its own nutrient supplements.
I am a tree (木).
Flamy watched the Puppet Ginseng with approval.
If only those guys could learn from it...
[Alright! On one! Chew it! On two, swallow it! One!]
[One...]
[One...]
[One...]
[One...]
[Two!]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[Hey! Hurry up and swallow it! Two!]
Following the drill sergeant’s orders, the Puppet Polygonum, Puppet Safflower, Puppet Icebloom, and Puppet Mandokcho struggled to gulp down their nutrients.
Despite being the last to arrive, the Puppet Ginseng was already the most cherished of them all.
***
Sejun, who had dozed off for a moment, slowly opened his eyes.
“Huh?! Where’s the Baby Puppet Ginseng?!”
His heart sank. The Baby Puppet Ginseng was nowhere to be seen.
Kking?! Kking!
[Master! What’s wrong?! The Great Kkamang will handle it!]
Kkamang, still half-asleep and unable to open his eyes properly, barked while looking in the wrong direction.
“It’s nothing.”
Sejun gently held Kkamang, calming him down.
[The Baby Puppet Ginseng has consumed high-quality dreams and has grown into a Puppet Ginseng.]
[The Puppet Ginseng has returned to where it originally belonged.]
[You have completed the promotion quest.]
So it was a dream-eating child.
Sejun understood why the Baby Puppet Ginseng had disappeared.
I couldn’t even say goodbye.
Feeling a pang of regret, Sejun checked the next message.
[Your Tower Farmer (S) rank has increased.]
[You have become an SS-Rank Tower Farmer.]
[Your job traits have been enhanced as your rank increased.]
[An additional job trait has been granted as your rank increased.]
[New Job Trait: You can now create 100 seeds per day of crops you have harvested more than 100 million times.]
“What kind of trait is that?”
Sejun muttered, slightly annoyed as he reviewed the newly acquired job trait.
After all, the crops he had harvested over a hundred million times were ones he already had an abundance of seeds for.
Thus, Sejun had officially become an SS-Rank Tower Farmer.
“Kkamang! I’m an SS-Rank Tower Farmer now!”
“Aileen! I became an SS-Rank Tower Farmer!”
Sejun wasted no time boasting to those around him.
Kihihit. Kking! Kking!
[Hehe! Master! Congrats! But don’t get cocky just because you’re an SS-Rank Weakling Fish! Hurry up and make me some dried sweet potato jerky, you fool!]
“Kkamang, go run ten laps around the farm! No jerky until you finish!”
Kkamang had meant his words as sincere advice, but Sejun scolded him anyway.
[The Tower Administrator congratulates you in a joyful tone.]
[The Tower Administrator says, with a worried tone, that you’re still weak, so don’t overdo it even though you’re now an SS-Rank Tower Farmer.]
Aileen said almost the same thing as Kkamang.
“Okay, Aileen. Is there anything you want to eat? Since my rank went up, I’m planning a celebration party tonight.”
Sejun readily accepted Aileen’s advice and asked what she wanted for dinner.
Why only the Great Kkamang?!
Kkamang glared at Sejun with eyes full of betrayal.
Why?!
What?!
Because I feel like it.
“Now go run twenty laps.”
Kking?! Kking!
[Why?! You just said ten laps a moment ago!]
“Thirty laps.”
Kking...
Kkamang’s punishment kept increasing for daring to question Sejun with such insolent eyes.
Meanwhile —
[The Tower Administrator says she wants a 100-layer pancake stack, something she hasn’t had in a while.]
Aileen finally stated her desired menu.
“Got it!”
Sejun accepted the request and instructed Sejun No. 12 to start preparing the celebratory dinner menu.
A while later.
Kking...
After Kkamang completed ten laps, Sejun called out to him.
“Kkamang, let’s go.”
Kihihit.
Sejun placed Kkamang in the sling bag and headed to the herb field to boast to Quengie about his SS-Rank Tower Farmer promotion.
On the way to the herb field ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) —
“Hehehe. Podori! I’m an SS-Rank Tower Farmer now.”
“Poison Bee No. 313,919! I’m an SS-Rank Tower Farmer now.”
“Mushroom Ant No. 20,045! I became an SS-Rank Tower Farmer!”
Sejun cheerfully bragged to everyone he encountered along the way.
Sniff. Sniff.
Queng?
[I can smell Dad?]
Queng, who was tending to the herb field, caught a whiff of Sejun’s scent.
He looked around, trying to pinpoint the source.
And then —
Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.
A dragon fruit, imitating Sejun, was diligently pulling up kudzu roots that had invaded another herb field.
It was using Sejun’s transplanted skills: Transplanting and Weed Removal.
Thanks to the synergy between the two skills, it could pull out kudzu roots cleanly without digging up too much soil.
Weed-Pulling Dragon Fruit.
That’s not Dad’s scent, da yo!
Sniff. Sniff.
Queng focused more intently on the scent.
Dad’s scent is getting closer, da yo!
That means Dad is coming here!
Upon realizing Sejun was nearby, Queng rushed to greet him.
A moment later —
“Quengie! I became an SS-Rank Tower Farmer!”
Sejun exclaimed, proudly boasting to Queng, who had come to greet him.
Kwuhehehe! Queng! Queng! Queng!
[Hehehe. Congrats, Dad! But don’t push yourself too hard, da yo! If it’s too difficult, Quengie will do it for you, da yo!]
Queng, like Kkamang and Aileen, congratulated Sejun and added a warning not to overdo it.
For Queng, Sejun’s well-being was his top priority, whether awake or asleep.
Queng!
[Then I’ll finish up here and head back, da yo!]
“Okay. See you later.”
Queng returned to tending the herb field.
“Where should I go next to brag? Ah, there’s the Minotaur King and Pink Fur!”
Sejun decided to head north.
After running for about thirty minutes —
Boom!
Crash! Crash!
Loud explosions echoed from the distance.
“A sparring match?”
Getting closer might be dangerous.
“Kkamang, bark!”
Kihihit. Kking! Kking! Kking!
[Hehe! Master! Got it! The Master and the Great Kkamang are here! Hurry up and come greet us!]
Hearing Kkamang’s barking, the explosions soon ceased.
Thud. Thud.
Moo!
[Sejun-nim, welcome!]
Five Black Minotaurs approached, welcoming Sejun. They guided him to where the Minotaur King and Pink Fur were located.
Wow.
How do they fight to make the land look like this?
What was once flat ground was now a landscape of deep craters and towering mountains.
And —
Moo!
Moo!
The other Black Minotaurs were busy flattening the newly formed mountains and filling in the craters.
Are they going to level it back to a plain?
Indeed, the Black Minotaurs’ ability to cultivate land was impressive.
I really want to put them to work.
Sejun’s eyes sparkled as he watched them.
His farm didn’t lack crops, but not using this kind of manpower felt like a waste.
Most people would consider using Black Minotaurs for battle, but Sejun was an SS-Rank Tower Farmer.
Farming was all he could think about.
Where should I put them to work?
Should I flip a field?
As Sejun contemplated how best to utilize the Black Minotaurs —
Moo?
[Sejun-nim, what brings you here?]
Kuong?
[Is something wrong?]
The Minotaur King and Pink Fur approached and asked.
“No, nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to say — I became an SS-Rank Tower Farmer!”
Sejun announced proudly.
Moo! Moo!
[Congratulations! But be careful not to overexert yourself. You’re still not that strong!]
Kuong! Kuong!
[Sejun-nim, congrats! But don’t overdo it just because you’re SS-Rank now!]
The Minotaur King and Pink Fur both congratulated Sejun while expressing concern.
Clearly, having dealt with Sejun’s reckless behavior before, they were worried he might push himself too hard now that he was SS-Rank.
And why did Master only scold the Great Kkamang when everyone said the same thing?
Kkamang tilted his head, puzzled by the unsolved mystery.
