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Chapter 633. How Is He Even Alive?
A crimson mist spilled out from the opening of the Black Gate, gradually coalescing into the forms of the Eight Calamities.
“Go, destroy everything! Bring ruin upon the world!”
With a furious cry of annihilation, they vanished through thousands of portals that appeared before them.
With the Apostles of Destruction gone, Destruction itself began to personally lead the onslaught, signaling yet another crisis for the peaceful world.
The 99th floor of the Black Tower, early dawn.
“We’re out of seaweed…”
Sejun frowned as he realized he had run out of kelp, which he needed to make seaweed soup for the dragons today.
On top of that, there was barely any slime meat left, nor was there enough locust meat for Ace’s favorite dragon nuggets.
With no calamities around, what am I going to do?
Sighing, Sejun prepared seaweed soup with the last bit of kelp he had.
Burble.
Sleeping soundly on Sejun’s shoulder, Batty snored softly, oblivious to the world.
A short while later.
“Aileen, here’s the seaweed soup. But I don’t think I’ll be able to make it anymore since we’re out of seaweed,” Sejun said, sending the soup to Aileen.
[The Tower Administrator speaks in a worried tone.]
“Huh? Aileen, what’s the problem?”
Why is she so upset? Running out of seaweed soup isn’t that serious, is it?
Sejun was as surprised as Aileen sounded.
[The Tower Administrator explains that the Great Green Dragon, Kelly, recently became pregnant and has been craving seaweed soup.]
“Oh?! Like morning sickness?”
[The Tower Administrator confirms it.]
“Wait, really? Even dragons can get morning sickness?!”
[The Tower Administrator mentions that, according to her grandfather, some dragons experience morning sickness, though it’s rare.]
[The Tower Administrator says that without seaweed soup, Lady Kelly might go hungry.]
“Really? Should I go get some seaweed from Earth?”
[The Tower Administrator doesn’t think it will work.]
“Huh? Why not? It’s the same seaweed, right?”
[The Tower Administrator explains that while she’s tried Earth foods, their original flavors and magical essence aren’t as potent as those from the Tower.]
Dragons can taste not only sweetness or bitterness but also the essence of magic.
“True, I get it. But what should we do without seaweed?”
After some thought, Sejun came up with a solution.
“Aileen, let’s give today’s seaweed soup entirely to Lady Kelly, and we’ll offer the other dragons something new with their understanding.”
The soup was enough to feed thousands of dragons, so it could last Kelly alone for decades.
[The Tower Administrator urges Sejun not to overexert himself.]
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”
Sejun retrieved ingredients from his spatial warehouse and began baking bread while melting down his stock of chocolate bricks.
A short while later…
“All done.”
Heh. Chocolate is the perfect post-blood-donation treat.
Sejun grinned at the plump, chocolate-covered choco pies he’d made.
Now he just needed to mass-produce them.
“Cook!”
With a single skill activation, the ingredients combined, and soon, thousands of choco pies filled the space.
“I’ll have to ask Theo to speak with Mud, the God of Clay, for more chocolate bricks.”
He noted as he eyed his nearly empty chocolate container.
At that moment…
Twitch.
Heh. Herr, go ask Mud to get some chocolate bricks, nya!
Even as he slept, Theo listened to Sejun’s request and passed it along to Herr.
[A designated quest has been issued by Vice-President Park Theo of Sejun Company.]
[The designated target is the Merchant God, Herr.]
[<Storekeeper> Herr’s Pawnshop, Merchant God Herr: At your service!]
Recently bombarded by debt collectors, Herr quickly accepted the quest.
“Mud, can I get 10,000 chocolate bricks?”
“Sure. Here you go.”
“Thanks. Ah… Mud, I don’t have any divinity, so could I pay with welfare points?”
As Herr tried to pay in divinity, he suddenly remembered he had none left and urgently pulled out his welfare points.
The system had seized his divinity but couldn’t touch his welfare points, as they were exclusively issued by [System SJC] for Sejun Company.
“Of course! Welfare points work just fine! So this is a welfare point, huh!”
Mud excitedly examined the welfare point, unable to hide his interest.
Herr grinned smugly, proud of his newfound method to evade the system’s asset seizures, and returned to his pawnshop feeling untouchable.
However, upon arrival…
“Huh? Dio, what brings you here?”
Standing there was the tall, golden-haired God of Liquor, Dio.
“Herr, I heard you’ve been selling alcohol to the non-combat gods. Is that true?”
“Yes. Why?”
Bam!
“Alcohol is the domain of us combat gods! Especially me, the God of Liquor, Dio! Sell me the Three Suns Brew!”
Dio punched the wall in excitement, and naturally, it crumbled under the strength of one of the five senior combat gods.
Despite being the God of Liquor, Dio couldn’t actually brew alcohol. His divine power, <Ability: Boozehound>, grew stronger with high-quality alcohol, so he would go to great lengths to acquire it.
“That’ll be the repair fee,” Dio declared, tossing Herr some divinity.
However…
“No. From now on, I’m not accepting divinity.”
“What?!”
Herr refused, knowing any divinity he received would be seized immediately.
“If you want to do business with me, bring Sejun Company welfare points.”
“Welfare points? What’s that?”
“Ask Battler or Bevv.”
“If I bring welfare points, will you sell me the Three Suns Brew?”
“Sure. When I get it, I’ll sell it. But if someone offers more welfare points, I’ll sell it to them.”
“Haha. Naturally. I don’t know what welfare points are, but I’ll be back with them soon.”
Herr’s decision to accept only Sejun Company welfare points started a trend, and welfare point trading among the gods began to flourish, further weakening [System 371]’s influence.
“Heh heh. Chairman Park, here’s the chocolate bricks you mentioned, nya!”
Theo, who had been napping on Sejun’s lap, suddenly produced a bundle of chocolate bricks from his pack.
“Oh?! Theo, you weren’t asleep?”
“Heh heh. Even while I sleep, I, Vice-President Theo, listen to every word of the great Hybrid Chairman Park, nya!”
Theo responded proudly to Sejun’s question.
“My, our hardworking Vice-President, working even while asleep? I might need to give you a raise.”
“Heh heh. That’s right, nya! For my salary, give me exclusive rights to your lap!”
“Sure. I’ll give you one month of exclusive lap rights as your salary.”
“Heh heh. Excellent, nya!”
Now I’ll never lose my lap privileges, nya!
Theo felt as though he’d struck gold.
“With more chocolate bricks, I should make extra choco pies.”
Sejun resumed making choco pies.
And with that, Theo dozed off once more.
While Sejun busied himself creating an abundance of choco pies…
Thud. Thud.
Roar!
[Good morning, Sejun!]
Heheh. Kuengi!
[Hehe. Good morning, Daddy!]
Pink Fur and Kuengi, who was clinging to her chest, greeted Sejun warmly.
Today, Kuengi had woken up early enough to arrive without being carried in Pink Fur’s mouth.
“Morning. Here, try this new treat I made.”
Sejun handed them some choco pies.
Pink Fur received a hundred choco pies, enough to get a taste of the flavor.
And then…
Roar!
[It’s delicious, Sejun!]
Kuengi!
[Daddy is a genius!]
Both Pink Fur and Kuengi praised Sejun’s choco pies.
Heh. Feels good.
Though he heard compliments often, they never got old.
“Here, Pink Fur, take these treats with you.”
Feeling pleased, Sejun packed a bunch of choco pies for Pink Fur to enjoy later.
Roar.
[Thank you, Sejun.]
Heheh. Kuengi!
[Hehe. Mommy has a treat pouch like Kuengi now!]
Pink Fur, with her bag of choco pies, headed off to see the Ox-King.
“Aileen, take this. Kamangi, stop lazing around and come eat.”
Sejun handed Aileen some choco pies and nudged Kamangi awake.
Heehee. Squeak.
[Butler, feed me breakfast.]
Kamangi whined, not wanting to get up.
“All right, Kamangi. If you’re not up in three seconds, you’ll miss breakfast. One, two…”
Squeak!
[No, wait!]
Of course, Sejun wasn’t going to indulge him.
Once everyone was up, they had a simple breakfast.
Theo had a cat treat, the Kamangi family enjoyed dried sweet potatoes, and Sejun and Kuengi shared choco pies with coffee and milk.
After breakfast…
“Shall we head out?”
Sejun led his group to Jormungand’s camouflaged area rather than the 10th tower.
For now, he planned to focus on the gigantic Tear of Destruction that Theo was drawn to.
Crossing through the dimensional gate, Sejun and his companions ventured forward.
Then…
“Fartbox, take position.”
Yol-yol!
[In position!]
Fartbox slammed into the ground with his head, losing consciousness. The Kamangi family followed, each banging their heads to lose consciousness as well.
“Right.”
Poof.
The Fart Express was back in motion.
“Kuengi, that one.”
Kuengi!
Kuengi used telekinesis to bring the Tear of Destruction that Sejun pointed at over to his side.
Then…
Wriggle.
“Come on, everyone.”
Sejun brought the Destruction Sejuns along, putting them to work.
Whenever one of them transformed into a Tear of Creation…
“Here.”
Sejun would swap it for a Potion of Great Growth and drink it.
Throughout the day, the Fart Express continued its journey, but the distance was so great that they only covered one-fifth of the way.
“It’ll take four more days. Vice-President, can you still feel the pull?”
“Heh heh. Of course, nya! It’s getting stronger, nya!”
“Good.”
Sejun petted Theo’s head.
“Heh heh. I like it, nya!”
Theo lifted his head to make it easier for Sejun to pet him.
As Sejun was stroking Theo’s head, a thought crossed his mind.
What would happen if I brought Yuren here?
If he brought Yuren, it could either be a disaster or a huge success.
So far, Theo’s luck had always brought success, but this enemy wouldn’t be easy…
Wait!
What if the Tear of Destruction also copied Yuren’s misfortune?!
“Yes!”
There was no better outcome than that.
Sejun quickly returned to the Black Tower, located Yuren, and prepared dinner.
Soon…
Piyoot! Piyoot?
[Hello, Sejun! Hello, Vice-President Theo! You called for us?]
“Ooh, something smells delicious.”
“Hehehe. Good evening!”
Piyoot, Yuren, and Poyo arrived on the 99th floor of the Black Tower just in time for dinner.
“Yuren, come with me for a moment.”
“Huh?! Can I eat first?”
“No, but I’ll make you whatever you want later.”
“Ooh! Okay, I’m coming!”
After persuading Yuren, Sejun led him to Jormungand’s camouflaged area.
“Kuengi, send Yuren over there.”
Kuengi!
With a flick of telekinesis, Kuengi transported Yuren to the area filled with Tears of Destruction.
Wriggle. Wriggle.
Wriggle. Wriggle.
The Tears of Destruction started to copy Yuren.
Then…
Boom! Boom!
Some of the Tears began exploding.
In the process of copying Yuren, his misfortune kicked in, preventing them from fully forming before they vanished.
As expected of the King of Misfortune.
Even the few that managed to replicate Yuren soon encountered misfortune. They either got hit by shrapnel from other exploding copies or were attacked by their own allies. It was utter chaos.
The larger the Tear, the faster it exploded, as it seemed to replicate Yuren’s misfortune on a grander scale.
In no time, the area was cleared of all Tears of Destruction.
“Hehehe. Is it dinner time now?”
Yuren asked innocently, oblivious to the destruction he had caused.
How is this guy even alive?
Sejun looked at Yuren with a hint of pity and treated him to whatever he wanted.
Simply surviving was a mystery for Yuren.