<Noil>

“Is this the last Fire Moth?”

Whoosh.

Sejun stared at the newly evolved Black Flame Moth, his tone tinged with disappointment.

This was the last disaster left in <Noil>, and Sejun had patiently waited for the moth to finish evolving, eager for another delicious squid-like meal.

If only there were more...

Removing the glove from his left hand, Sejun extended it toward the Black Flame Moth.

Whoosh.

The moth, surrounded by black flames, tried to incinerate Sejun’s hand.

But as soon as the flames touched his hand…

...

The black fire vanished completely, as if it had never existed—thanks to the Blessing of Destruction.

Earlier, while preparing lunch, Sejun had wondered, Can the Blessing of Destruction destroy fire too?

Curious, he removed his glove and placed his hand into a flame, only for it to vanish instantly, leaving no trace behind.

What about other elements?

Sejun’s curiosity led him to test his blessing further, with Iona’s help. He tried touching various elemental spells—ice, wind, lightning—and each one dissipated the moment it came into contact with his hand.

“Quet-quett! Should we try Meteor next?”

“No. That’s enough.”

Iona’s suggestion to summon a meteor spell made Sejun hastily call off the experiments.

“Quet… Okay.”

Though Iona looked disappointed, Sejun wasn’t willing to continue. Judging by her enthusiasm, she might have gone as far as attempting a black hole spell next.

Returning his attention to the Black Flame Moth, Sejun extinguished its flames with his left hand and approached. With his gloved right hand, he imbued his sword with aura and swung.

Slash.

Without its black flames, the Black Flame Moth was even weaker than ordinary fire moths and was easily cut down.

[You have easily defeated the Third Disaster: Black Flame Moth, thanks to the Blessing of Destruction.]
[You have gained 100 billion experience points.]

Though the system attributed his victory to the blessing, Sejun couldn’t help but puff up with pride.

“Hehehe. Guess I’m pretty strong.”

Unable to resist, Sejun basked in his self-congratulation.

But then…

“Meow?!”

Hanging from Sejun’s knee, Theo lifted his head and saw the smug expression on his face.

Chairman Park, your face is getting smug again, meow!

“Chairman Park, stay still, meow!”

“Urk!”

Theo immediately took action.

Moments later, after Theo’s emergency massage…

“All right, everyone, let’s go home.”

Sejun and his party returned to the Black Tower.

Black Tower, 99th Floor

Outside Sejun’s house, Ace sat crouched, waiting impatiently.

When’s brother-in-law coming back?

Suddenly…

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

The waypoint alarm spell he had set began to chime.

Brother-in-law’s here!

Ace hurriedly flew toward the waypoint.

“Oh? Ace, how’d you know I was back?”

Sejun spotted Ace flying enthusiastically toward him.

Brother-in-law, I missed you!

“Hehehe. I missed you too.”

As Sejun chatted amicably with Ace…

Clink.

“Chairman Park, I missed you, meow!”

Queng!

Squeak!

The rest of the group burst out of the spatial warehouse, clinging to Sejun as they all headed toward his home.

Along the way…

“Aileen, I’m back.”

Sejun informed Aileen of his return.

[The Tower Administrator says you did well.]
[The Tower Administrator asks if you were injured.]

“Of course not. Aileen, check this out. I can do this now.”

Sejun removed his glove, pulled out a small dagger, and grasped it with his bare hand.

Crunch.

The dagger crumbled into dust.

Though he had gained the Blessing of Destruction days ago, Sejun hadn’t dared to use it until now.

“What do you think?”

Sejun gave Aileen a casual look, his expression cool as if this were nothing special.

Wow, that’s incredible!

Ace’s eyes sparkled as he stared at Sejun’s fingers.

Grab.

Without warning, Ace grabbed Sejun’s hand.

“Huh?!”

Distracted by his conversation with Aileen, Sejun only noticed after Ace had already latched onto him.

Crunch.

By the time Sejun turned, Ace’s dragon figurine arm had shattered into pieces.

Waaaah! My arm’s gone!!!

Thus began Ace’s storm of tears.

“Come on, be good. I’ll make you dragon nugget chicken, okay? Stop crying.”

Sniff… Really?

Ace immediately perked up at Sejun’s offer.

“Yes. So stop crying.”

Okay… Sniff…

Ace tried to stop crying, but…

Sniff…

The tears wouldn’t stop, and he grew even more upset at his inability to control them.

Waaaah! I can’t stop crying!

His sorrow spiraled into a feedback loop as he lamented the loss of his dragon nugget chicken.

Huuuu.

Sejun sighed.

“Should I call your sister?”

No!

Ace’s tears stopped instantly, as if by magic.

And…

"Brother-in-law, you're not going to call my sister, right?"

Ace asked in a desperate tone.

“No, I won’t. Now, let’s go get some Yonggari Chicken.”

"Puhihihi! Yes!"

Sejun, now accompanied by the tear-free Ace, headed toward the kitchen while pondering.

Is Aileen really that scary? Maybe it’s because he’s still young.

What Sejun didn’t realize was that Aileen was only kind to him.

Sejun finally arrived at the kitchen.

“Sejun No. 12, hurry up and get us some Yonggari Chicken.”

After ordering Sejun No. 12 to cook, Sejun busied himself with preparing stir-fried squid, grilled fish, and roasted peanuts.

Following Theo’s lead, Iona had also developed a fixation on food cooked directly by Sejun.

A little later.

“Aileen, this is for you. Make sure you eat it all by yourself, okay?”

Sejun sent a variety of squid dishes—fried squid, stir-fried squid, and boiled squid—to Aileen, all made using Black Flame Firebutterflies.

“Uhuhuh... Huh?!”

Yuren, who had been grinning while waiting for what he assumed were his meals, sent a look of indignation when all the squid dishes disappeared into Aileen's stash.

Why? What? If you’re upset, go get yourself a girlfriend.

Sejun countered Yuren’s glare with a shameless retort.

Of course, Yuren’s dissatisfaction didn’t last long, thanks to the meal prepared by Sejun No. 12.

After dinner, Sejun tucked Queng into bed.

“Goodnight, Queng.”

Ghe-he-he, Queng!

[Hehe, goodnight, Dad!]

Muah.

After tucking Queng into Pink Fur’s care, Sejun bid goodnight to the others.

“You all sleep well, too.”

Piyot! Piyot!
[Yes! I’ll see you in the morning!]

“Uhuhuhu, I’ll be back for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Mohehe, goodbye for now.”

Piyot, Yuren, and Poyo went off to sleep on another floor since keeping Yuren nearby often resulted in misfortune waking everyone up.

With the rest of the group gone to bed, Sejun began to relax.

“Now, we can...”

He lay down on his bed, ready to sleep, but—

Heeheehee! Squeak!

[Hehe! Butler! Let’s go apologize!]

Kamangi, still chubby from unfinished weight loss, climbed onto Sejun’s chest, carrying the energy of the world as it barked.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Pat, pat.

Sejun gently patted Kamangi’s rear as he closed his eyes.

Snore.
Purr.
Squeak.
Coo.

...

The room soon filled with nothing but the sounds of sleep.

Meanwhile...

(Bet-Bet: Good night, everyone!)

Bet-Bet got up and opened a dimensional gate to <Uen> to check on the Storm Bat Squad.

The bats, now on an elite path thanks to being noticed by Sejun, the Chairman of Sejun Company, were eager to receive more training.

Kamangi’s Mental World

Sejun, Theo, and Iona entered Kamangi’s mental realm.

Accompanying Theo and Iona were individual companions: Iona had brought along a Nightmare familiar Sejun recognized, while Theo...

“Huh?! Who’s this small, handsome guy?”

Sejun asked, spotting a tiny figure perched on Theo’s head.

“Puhuhut. This squishy face here is Mini Chairman Park No. 3!”

Theo proudly lifted Mini Chairman Park No. 3 with his front paw as he declared the introduction.

I know it’s me! Do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own face? And I even called myself handsome to be polite! Was that necessary?

While Sejun sulked over Theo’s words, Mini Chairman Park No. 3 suddenly lashed out, punching Theo’s paw.

However—

Boing!
Thud!

The punch ricocheted off Theo’s soft pink paw pad, hitting Mini Chairman Park No. 3 square in the eye. Now glaring resentfully at Sejun, the tiny figure seemed to blame him for the incident.

Why is this my fault?

Sejun sent back an equally indignant look.

Once the introductions concluded, the Kamangi Family began their apologies.

“We’re sorry.”
“We apologize.”

Kamangi’s family earnestly started making amends to the spirits.

“Puhuhut. Try this grilled fish! It was personally cooked by our great hybrid Chairman Park!”

“Kweet kweet kweet! We also have peanuts roasted directly by Chairman Sejun!”

Theo and Iona carried baskets, distributing food amicably.

Meanwhile, Mini Chairman Park No. 3, now fast asleep, dangled from Theo’s head.

“I may be the Nightmare King, but doing this here...”

The Nightmare, reluctantly accompanying Iona, confessed its inner turmoil to Sejun, struggling with the incongruity of its actions.

“Then become the Good Dream King.”

Sejun offered a straightforward solution.

“What? No, you can’t just change a title that easily—”

“From now on, you’re the Good Dream King, Gilsun.”

“What?! Gilsun?!”

Sejun, ignoring further protests, confidently renamed the Nightmare.

[You have attempted to rename the Nightmare King to the Good Dream King Gilsun.]

[Due to current abilities, only one letter of the title can be altered.]

[The Nightmare King’s title has been changed to the Good Dream King.]

[Unable to rename directly, merging the names instead.]

[The Nightmare King is now the Good Dream King Gilsun Nightmare.]

The system forcibly activated, transforming the Nightmare King’s title and name.

Good Dream King Gilsun Nightmare?

“Ooh, it rolls off the tongue so well!”

Hehehe, I really am a genius.

While Sejun basked in his brilliance, the newly named Gilsun Nightmare looked utterly dejected.

“How could this happen... Gilsun Nightmare...”

“Now go, Gilsun Nightmare! Spread good dreams to everyone!”

Sejun didn’t let Gilsun wallow in despair, instead offering encouragement.

“Eat this and have sweet dreams.”

Gilsun reluctantly adjusted to its new role.

“Hey, Butler! Over here!”

Kamangi called out to Sejun.

Rumble.

A Fallen One had appeared.

Not on my watch!

As Sejun’s golden eyes flared with power, the Fallen One burst into flames and vanished.

“...What was that?”

Sejun shivered at the Fallen One’s ominous parting words but quickly looked to his companions to steady his nerves.

Hehe, nothing’s scary with these guys around.

As dawn approached, Sejun called out.

“Great job, Gilsun Nightmare.”

“Just call me Nightmare!”

The Nightmare shrieked before retreating to Iona’s mental realm, still struggling to accept its new name.

Emerging from Kamangi’s mental world, Sejun and his companions stretched and greeted the new day.

“Aaah!”
“Meooow!”
Kweeut!
Squeak!

Thus, a new day on the farm began.