[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-solo-farming-in-the-tower":3,"chapter-solo-farming-in-the-tower-solo-farming-in-the-tower-chapter-782":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Solo Farming In The Tower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1751813,2237,"Vol 2. Chapter 58: Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction! (58)","solo-farming-in-the-tower-chapter-782",782,"\u003Cp>“Oh my! Youngjae!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grandfather was none other than Han Taeho, Chairman of the Hanseong Group—ranked first in Korea’s financial world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Han Youngjae was his beloved eldest grandson. If anything went wrong here, the Imperial Kindergarten could be shut down for good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Youngjae, open your eyes! Teacher Kim, contact his mother and the doctor in charge of Youngjae! Hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Lee Myeong-suk examined the collapsed Youngjae and barked out orders—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Park Kkamang, I’ll give you some supreme dried sweet potato slices. Get up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun quietly whispered into the ear of the fainted Kkamang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kihihit. Squeak?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hihit. Supreme dried sweet potato slices?!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kkamang’s eyes shot open at Sejun’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you do to the child?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun pointed accusingly at Han Youngjae and demanded an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeak! Squeak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Great Kkamang did nothing wrong! That kid kicked the Great Kkamang, so he had to teach him a lesson and show him fear!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kkamang cried out, full of grievance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?! He kicked our Kkamang?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a stray mutt gets some slack in its own house—and he dared to strike Kkamang inside the Kindergarten of Destruction?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun was furious at Kkamang’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hihit. I knew it! My butler is on my side!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Sejun had taken his side—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yeah! He kicked the Great Kkamang in the ribs! So hurry up and punish him!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I will. But... is that kid even okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun finally asked in a worried tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, the soul of an average human wouldn’t survive even brushing against Kkamang’s spiritual form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[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?!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, good job. Here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kihihit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Kkamang blissfully munched away—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is now really the time to be feeding that puppy?! What about Youngjae?! Your dog scared him and made him faint!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I apologize. I’ll treat him immediately. But let’s get the facts straight first. It was Youngjae who kicked Kkamang first, and—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sejun tried to clarify the situation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding-dong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doorbell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director, Madam has arrived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Youngjae!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in luxury clothes and jewelry, burst in accompanied by dozens of people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them were doctors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Before Youngjae fainted, he—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor checked Youngjae’s pupils, breathing, and pulse while Lee Myeong-suk recounted the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About five minutes later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor eased his expression and explained to Youngjae’s mother, Choi Moran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vasovagal syncope?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew. That’s a relief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choi Moran let out a breath of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that the one? The thing that startled Youngjae?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She coldly glared at Kkamang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeak?! Squeak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[How dare she glare at the Great Kkamang?! Butler, punish her!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riled up now that Sejun had taken his side, Kkamang barked furiously at Choi Moran, meeting her gaze head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jingle. Jingle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Great Kkamang, your humble servant Kkobang has returned. How dare that one stare directly at the Great Kkamang?!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having flown 10 meters and crawled back diligently, Kkobang resumed his place as Kkamang’s bell and began groveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Know your place... Eliminate it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choi Moran whispered, still glaring at Kkamang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five bodyguards in black suits standing behind her moved swiftly to subdue Kkamang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were hunters around level 30. They moved too fast for the average person to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d better stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Touch my Kkamang? Haven’t you people seen any movies about what happens when you mess with someone’s dog?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heh. Ever heard of Jun Wick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun casually stepped in front of them and placed himself between the approaching men and Kkamang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My Kkamang doesn’t bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He erases souls instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was worried about them, honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Sejun casually tossed a dried sweet potato slice behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kihihit. Squeak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hihit! Supreme dried sweet potato slice!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even noticing the hostility aimed at him, Kkamang dashed after the slice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hihit. So tasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—utterly absorbed in eating. Sejun had thrown the slice to redirect his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they kept ignoring Kkamang like this, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unrestrained Kkamang was a full-blown catastrophe. It took ten slices of dried sweet potato just to calm him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sejun distracted Kkamang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A punch flew toward Sejun’s stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puhuhut! The mighty hybrid Chairman Park’s belly ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) is protected by Vice-Chairman Te Theo’s iron defense, nya!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the punch hit nothing—Theo’s soft front paw blocked it. Still clinging to Sejun’s knee, Theo revealed himself, canceling invisibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Queng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Daddy is protected by Queng, da-yo!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh! I can’t move my body!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Queng also dropped invisibility, suppressing the bodyguards with telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Belly? This is muscle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun, offended by Theo’s words, slapped his stomach—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap. Slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puhuhut. Then I’ll call it ‘watery muscle,’ nya!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not it! Look closely—there’s a ‘王’ symbol here! See it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun flexed and tried to force a ‘王’ shape to appear on his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theo made a small concession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say that again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sejun wasn’t satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ba-boss! I’m sorry, nya!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theo, failing to give Sejun the answer he wanted, had his cheeks stretched into mochi form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?! Take care of them now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choi Moran snapped impatiently, urging the remaining bodyguards forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, ma’am!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten more guards rushed to subdue Sejun and Kkamang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Queng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Stay still, da-yo!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but were immediately immobilized by Queng’s telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Lucky... I want to be mochi, too... Oh. Madam, that cat is Park Theo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moran’s secretary, briefly entranced by Theo, came to her senses and reported in a trembling voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Sejun’s face was hidden from the world thanks to intel agencies, his companions—Theo, Queng, and Bat-Bat—were incredibly famous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Theo, the social media darling with thousands of photos and reels online. He was the secretary’s absolute favorite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Tower Farmer Park Sejun’s fatal claw hybrid golden cat—oh my god, so cute—it’s Park Theo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary accidentally recited the chant of Theo’s fan club, MeowMeowDan. Luckily, she stopped short of performing the matching dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she could get a pawprint autograph from Theo today and post it in the fan cafe, maybe she’d get promoted to staff?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was, after all, a full member of MeowMeowDan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theo only becomes a lap cat on the lap of Park Sejun of the Black Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary, face blank once again, calmly delivered her report—eyes full of envy as she gazed at Sejun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That can’t be...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being from a chaebol family, Choi Moran had access to high-level, classified information. She even knew some things about Sejun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unofficially the world’s richest man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unofficially the strongest man alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unofficially, the hero who saved Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That incredible person... was him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked Sejun up and down, from his worn-out T-shirt to his loose pants, her expression one of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm? Niece-in-law, what brings you here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle?! Why is Uncle here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh—Uncle? Hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flustered, Choi Moran quickly bowed to Han Tae-jun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Tae-jun, do you know her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. She’s my niece-in-law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tae-jun answered Sejun’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, then that kid over there must be your nephew?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. But this atmosphere...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mood was definitely off. The formation of bodyguards surrounding Sejun and his group—it was clearly hostile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm. Mr. Sejun, I apologize. It seems the Hanseong Group folks have overstepped. May I handle the rest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tae-jun bowed a full 90 degrees to Sejun in apology, then asked for permission. Once granted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Niece-in-law, what exactly is going on here? Who are these people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choi Moran realized things were going very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who even talked over her father-in-law, the chairman of Hanseong Group, was now speaking to that man with extreme caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the secretary was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do I do...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression turned hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had hoped to use that connection to strengthen their position in other ventures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hanseong was powerful in Korea—but overseas, it was just one successful company among many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had intended to raise its global profile through Sejun’s name... but thanks to her and Youngjae, that plan now seemed jeopardized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chairman had been thrilled when he heard about the contract with Park Sejun. If Sejun turned hostile toward Hanseong now because of her...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might kick me out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Taeho was a ruthless man when it came to the company’s prosperity—bloodless and tearless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as tears welled up in her eyes from fear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puhuhut! Since you dared attack the Great Hybrid Chairman Park, you’re now an official employee of Sejun Company, nya!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puhuhut! Welcome to Sejun Company, nya! By the way, what’s your name, nya?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theo asked with a beaming expression.\u003C\u002Fp>",1856,"2026-06-06T17:08:59.535Z",1,"novelbin.me","832fbc2e7e6a0fc6bd0613ccc22d593842a1181ee1265141d6d020396e05b280","solo-farming-in-the-tower-chapter-567","solo-farming-in-the-tower-chapter-566",835,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsolo-farming-in-the-tower-cover.jpg"]