<Uen>

“We need to find Meringsan first…”

Sejun and his party stepped through the dimensional gate and scanned the surroundings for anyone who might have information.

Flap. Flap.

Drawn by Yuren’s misfortune, a group of adorable fire moths fluttered over on their own.

“We are the Storm Bat Gang!”
“Hand over everything you’ve got!”
“If you resist, we’ll punish you with our ultimate move!”

Ten tiny bats surrounded Sejun and his group, doing their best to sound intimidating.

But to Sejun, who had encountered thousands of bandits, they just looked cute.

“Hehehe. I refuse, meow!”

Theo stepped forward, laughing.

“Guys, let’s show them our ultimate move!”
“Got it, boss!”

The young bats moved in perfect sync, chanting their battle cry.

“Here we go! Ultimate—”
“Super Bat Cyclone Attack!”

It was clear they had practiced a lot; their precision and timing were spot-on.

Flap-flap-flap.

The ten bats formed a single line, flying in a large circle. Their speed steadily increased, creating a vortex.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Seconds later, the whirlwind grew fierce, transforming into a full-blown storm.

Crash!

The storm gained destructive force, tearing up the ground and everything in its path.

Fortunately for Sejun and his group, the storm was moving in the opposite direction.

The Storm Bat Gang’s ultimate move had one fatal flaw: while they could create the storm, they couldn’t control its direction—or stop it.

“Ahhh!”
“Help us!”

The wind inside the storm became faster than their flying speed, and the young bats were swept up in their own creation. Soon, they lost consciousness, tumbling helplessly within the storm.

“…What’s with them?”

Sejun watched the storm fade into the distance, unsure if they were fleeing.

Shing.

He unsheathed his sword.

Time to slice the storm in half.

Sejun remembered the wish of Sejun No. 3.

But after swinging his sword ten times with full force…

“Meh. Didn’t work.”

He decided to shelve that ambition for later, casually sheathing his sword again.

“Queng, it’s your turn.”

Queng!

With a single shout, Queng effortlessly dissipated the storm.

Thud. Thud.

The unconscious bats, freed from the wind, fell to the ground.

Queng!
[If they get hurt, they can’t work, you know!]

Using telekinesis, Queng gently caught the falling bats, ensuring they landed unharmed.

A moment later, the bats woke up to find themselves stamped by Theo.

“You’ve bested us! Impressive. From now on, we’ll follow you as our boss!”

The young bats, unaware they had already become Sejun’s subordinates, bowed proudly, demanding to be accepted into his gang.

“Approved.”

Hehehe. They recognized me—these kids have potential.

Sejun smiled warmly as he nodded. That small acknowledgment would change the young bats’ lives forever in ways they couldn’t even imagine.

And so, the Storm Bat Gang became Sejun’s loyal followers.

“What are your names?”

Sejun asked the young bats.

“I’m Ilbok, the leader of the Storm Bat Gang!”
“I’m Ibbok!”
“I’m Sambok!”

And so on.

What auspicious names.

“By the way, do you know anything about Meringsan?”

Sejun shifted the conversation to the treasure’s location.

“We don’t know about Meringsan, but we do know Meringsu.”

“Not a mountain, but a lake?”

Sejun was taken aback by Ilbok’s response.

It wasn’t unreasonable, though—thousands of years had passed since the god who hid the treasure and informed Tolyong had been imprisoned in Tartarus. A mountain turning into a lake over such a timespan wasn’t impossible.

“Let’s head there first.”

“Got it! It’s this way!”

Without any other leads, Sejun decided to follow the bats to Meringsu.

As they traveled, a dark space suddenly opened up in front of the group.

Buzz.

 

Flap. Flap.

Suddenly, locusts began pouring out of the dark space.

The embodiment of disasters, Yuren’s misfortune, had once again drawn trouble.

“Yuren, great job.”

“Uhehe. Thank you! But… for what?”

“There’s always something. Everyone, take them down!”

Thanks to Yuren’s “contribution,” hunting the locusts was surprisingly convenient.

“By the power of fire…”

Iona cast a flame spell at the locusts’ entry point, burning their wings and preventing them from escaping.

Thunk. Thunk.

[You have defeated the First Disaster: Locust.]
[You have gained 100 experience points.]

[Luck’s Champion of the Black Tower, Theo Park, has defeated 100 First Disaster Locusts.]
[You have gained 5,000 experience points—50% of Theo Park’s gains.]

While the grounded locusts were being handled by the rest of the group…

Queng!

Queng used telekinesis to carefully store the locusts in the spatial warehouse.

Meanwhile, Bet-Bet worked alongside the Storm Bat Gang.

(Bet-Bet: Guys, do it like this—it’s easier.)

With patient guidance, Bet-Bet taught the young bats how to sharpen their wings with magic, making them more effective against the locusts.

“Bet-Bet, you’re amazing! I want to be just like you one day!”

(Bet-Bet: Haha. Really? Someday you’ll even be able to do this!)

Whoosh.

Bet-Bet, basking in the admiration of the young bats, unleashed a magical blade from its wings, swiftly cutting through hundreds of locusts in an instant.

“Wow! That’s incredible!”
“Do you think I can do that too?”

(Bet-Bet: Of course! I’ll teach you everything.)

The young bats idolized Bet-Bet, who eagerly shared its techniques.

However, Bet-Bet’s methods weren’t easy, and none of the young bats managed to replicate the skill properly.

One hour later, with 1 billion locusts stored in the spatial warehouse, Sejun and his party resumed their journey.

“Let’s move out!”

Feeling well-prepared, they traveled for another two hours until…

“Chairman Sejun, that’s Meringsu over there!”

Before them stretched a massive emerald-green lake, so vast it could be mistaken for a sea.

Is this really a lake?

“No matter how big it is, it’s fine. After all, we have Vice President Theo.”

“Hehe. That’s right, meow! Chairman Park, you can count on me!”

Puffing up with pride at Sejun’s praise, Theo placed both front paws on his hips.

“Meow!”

Theo extended his paw and focused intently, searching for any magical pull.

But…

“Meow… nothing’s drawing me, meow…”

Theo lowered his paw, his voice dejected.

“It’s okay. It happens.”

Sejun patted Theo on the head, comforting him.

Still, we should check out those islands.

Sejun’s eyes turned to the five islands scattered across the lake.

Theo’s paw wasn’t perfect—it could fail to sense things if the distance was too great or if there were magical obstructions.

“Queng, let’s go that way.”

Queng!

Queng used telekinesis to carry the group into the air, heading toward the islands. They began searching each one systematically.

When they arrived at the third island…

“Meow?”

Theo felt a faint pull.

What’s this feeling, meow?

It was a bizarre sensation, like an itch on a limb that didn’t exist.

Where is it?!

Determined to redeem himself in Sejun’s eyes, Theo focused with all his might.

Sejun stayed quietly by Theo’s side, watching as the cat concentrated.

Moments later…

This is it, meow!

Theo pinpointed the source of the pull.

But…

How do we get there, meow?

The location was inaccessible, as if multiple dimensions overlapped in the same spot.

“Iona, help me, meow! Check this place out!”

Theo called for assistance from Iona, who had been napping on his tail.

“Quet-quett! Leave it to me!”

Iona eagerly began casting detection spells, probing for anomalies.

However…

“Quet…”

Even after thirty minutes, Iona found nothing unusual.

Just as they were about to give up…

“Quet?!”

Iona detected a faint dimensional fissure with her spell.

This is it!

Iona began pouring magic into the fissure, unraveling the overlapping dimensions.

Moments later…

Shhhk.

A door materialized in midair. Iona had revealed the entrance to a hidden spatial warehouse.

“Quet-quett! Vice President Theo, you’re amazing! How did you find the entrance to a subspace warehouse?!”

That’s my cat!

Iona’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she praised Theo.

Finding the entrance to a hidden subspace beyond dimensions was no small feat.

Finding the entrance to the subspace storage was no trivial task, even with Iona’s expertise. Despite her confidence, it took considerable effort to uncover the concealed door.

This hidden space required specialized magic to even locate its entrance, which was why the god had entrusted Tolyong with its location. It was meant to be inaccessible to anyone without the right tools.

Unfortunately, even such measures couldn’t guarantee immunity from expert thieves.

“Hehe, of course, meow! I’m naturally amazing, meow!”

Puffed up by Iona’s praise, Theo glanced at Sejun expectantly, his eyes brimming with hope.

However…

“Oh! As expected of our Vice President Theo!”

Sejun’s reaction, while positive, lacked the enthusiasm of Iona’s.

Is finding this really that impressive?

To Sejun, Theo had always been capable of achieving the impossible. Finding the entrance to the subspace storage felt par for the course.

But Theo, noticing Sejun’s lukewarm response compared to Iona’s, grew slightly dejected.

Meow…

“Quet—Chairman Sejun, Vice President Theo just accomplished something monumental! You need to praise him more! Finding the entrance to a hidden subspace is no small feat! According to the theory of dimensional magic by Shuturu…”

Iona, entering Stage 1 of her Quet-rage, launched into an academic explanation to defend Theo.

What is she even saying, meow?

Theo, with a blank look, couldn’t make sense of Iona’s words.

“Quet-quett! That’s right! Praise me more, meow!”

Feeling reinvigorated by Iona’s support, Theo demanded more recognition, his confidence fully restored.

“Oh, sorry about that! Vice President Theo, you did an amazing job! I didn’t realize how impressive this was. As expected, our Vice President is the backbone of Sejun Company!”

Not wanting to endure another lecture, Sejun quickly showered Theo with heartfelt praise.

“Hehe, I know, meow!”

Theo beamed with pride, practically glowing under Sejun’s compliments.

“Quet-quett-quett.”

Seeing Theo’s joy, Iona smiled contentedly, satisfied with her successful support.

After ensuring Theo was thoroughly praised, Sejun turned his attention to the door.

Shh.

He opened it with ease; there was no locking mechanism.

“Wow!”

Before them lay a staggering trove of treasure, more than Sejun had ever seen.

How much is all this worth?!

“Everyone, start packing!”

Sejun and his group eagerly began loading the treasure into the spatial warehouse.

However…

“Huh?!”

There was no more space.

The spatial warehouse, already filled with countless disaster corpses, quickly ran out of room.

What now?

Sejun couldn’t bring himself to discard the valuable cooking materials.

Left with no choice, he offered the remaining treasure to the Monument of Creation.

[The required tribute for creating new laws in the world—1,000 quintillion Tower Coins—has been fulfilled.]

As the message appeared, the Monument of Creation stopped absorbing treasure, its capacity reached.

“There’s still so much left…”

Sejun looked at the remaining treasure with a wistful expression.

At that moment…

“Quet-quett-quett. By the power of dimensions…”

Iona cast a spell.

[A new subspace is attempting to connect to Farmer Park Sejun’s spatial warehouse.]
[Do you allow this?]

Sejun looked at Iona with gratitude. She wasn’t just sitting idle—she had been working to claim the entire subspace for him.

Iona, you’re amazing!

“Of course I allow it.”

With Sejun’s approval, a new door appeared at the edge of his spatial warehouse, granting access to the newly acquired subspace.

“Hehehe. Take this as a reward.”

Before leaving, Sejun handed each member of the Storm Bat Gang a fist-sized chunk of gold.

“”Thank you!””

The young bats bowed deeply, their voices filled with gratitude.

Returning to <Noil>, the group watched the sunrise, ready for breakfast.

“Kihee! Squeak!”
[Hehe! Butler! Feed me!]

“Not yet, Kamangi. You need to run first.”

Kamangi, who had slept through the night, was required to complete ten laps before earning his roasted sweet potato strips.

Squeak… Squeak…
[Butler, you’re so mean… The Great Kamangi is tired and hungry…]

Still half-asleep, Kamangi trudged along, his complaints carried on the morning breeze.