99th Floor of the Black Tower.
"Queng…?"
[Dad, what's going on…?]
Still half-asleep, Queng rubbed his eyes as Theo carried him on his back.
“You’re sleepy, huh? Sorry about this. A quest just came up, and we need to head to <Kibid> right now.”
Sejun explained the situation to Queng, gently laying him on a fluffy Pai Pari bed he had prepared in his subspace warehouse.
Chirorong.
Umrorong.
Kirurung.
Nearby, the Kamangi family was already fast asleep.
“Puhuhut.”
Even Theo, who had been dragging Iona by his tail while she dozed off, quickly got into position at the entrance of the subspace warehouse, ready to be the first one out.
Then—
[Would you like to accept the quest?]
“Accept.”
Sejun finally responded to the persistent message floating before him.
At once:
[You will be transported to <Kibid> in 30 seconds.]
[You may bring your subordinates with you.]
[Please specify which subordinates to bring.]
But since Sejun had already stored his companions in the subspace warehouse, there was no need to specify.
Heh. With Queng coming along this time, it’ll be over in no time.
Sejun smirked to himself, confident that the calamity in <Kibid> was as good as defeated. And he had his reasons: according to Ramter, the number of towers remaining in the Level 8 world <Kibid> had been 90 just yesterday. For dozens of towers to vanish so quickly, it was almost certainly the work of a large number of Planet-Destroying Turtles.
And on Sejun’s side was Queng, the greatest turtle tamer of them all.
While Sejun indulged in these optimistic thoughts, the 30 seconds ticked away.
[You will now be transported to <Kibid>.]
Sejun vanished.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a neatly arranged note rested atop a stack of ten Choco Pie cakes.
-Aileen, leaving you a note since you might be asleep. I’m heading to <Kibid> at Ramter’s request.-
Temple of the Creator God
[Hurry! We need to prepare for Sejun’s arrival!]
Flame No. 205 barked orders, driving the Creator God, Emila, and Amur to finish preparing the room where Sejun would stay.
During the frenzy, a massive shipment of the immature Creator God’s tears arrived from Sejun.
[Emila, focus solely on making the Elixir of Grand Growth from now on.]
With that, Emila was excused from construction duties.
Shortly after—
“Creator God, the orbs!”
Emila, now entirely focused on elixir production, brought in an overwhelming number of orbs, leaving the Creator God no choice but to abandon construction to finish their painting of memories of destruction.
Amur, left alone, muttered bitterly.
[Hmph! Can’t even paint properly, and now you’re slacking on the work too?! Do better!]
Thus began Flame No. 205’s fiery tirade.
Amur, still nursing resentment from being poorly drawn in the family portrait, silently fumed.
[You have arrived in <Kibid>.]
Sejun stepped into the new world, immediately greeted by—
Ziiiiing.
A red beam shot toward him. It was the destructive ray of a Planet-Destroying Turtle.
KABOOM!
[You have taken a critical hit.]
[You are in an invincible state.]
[No damage taken.]
“That hurts!” Sejun shouted in annoyance, pulling off his gloves and extending both hands forward.
In an instant—
The destructive energy dissipated, nullified entirely.
“Heh. Right now, you can call me Planet-Destroying Sejun.”
As Sejun gloated—
Clank.
“Chairman Park, repor—nya?! Chairman Park, what happened to your face?!”
“It’s rotting, nya!”
Theo, emerging from the subspace warehouse, was startled and immediately began kneading Sejun’s face.
Ziiiiing.
Queng!
BOOM!
In the meantime, Queng swatted away another destructive beam with a single swing of his paw.
Queng! Queng!
[Dad was attacked! The turtles need to be punished!]
Fuming, Queng launched himself at the Planet-Destroying Turtles.
Buk-buk…
Buk-buk…
The turtles, terrified, shrank in size and flipped onto their backs, desperately trying to appease Queng.
But Queng was relentless.
Queng?!
[Who’s the bad turtle that attacked Dad?!]
Determined, Queng began interrogating the turtles.
Buk! Buk!
[It was him! I saw it myself!]
Buk! Buk!
[Yeah, it was totally him!]
The Planet-Destroying Turtles, valuing Queng’s favor over loyalty, immediately ratted out their comrade.
Buk-buk… Buk-buk!
[I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!]
The accused turtle tearfully begged for forgiveness.
But actions have consequences—especially for mass destruction.
Queng!
[Dad, I brought the bad turtles!]
Dragging the turtles before Sejun, Queng awaited his judgment.
“Vice Chairman Theo, hire them.”
“Puhuhut. Got it, nya!”
As Theo diligently stamped employment contracts—
“And from now on, all turtles will fight for world peace.”
Sejun issued a new directive.
Since calamities could now be raised safely in the subspace warehouse, there was no need for them to roam freely. He decided the turtles would handle his fieldwork instead.
Frequent travel, but I’ll compensate well.
Sejun smirked mischievously at his new workforce.
Fight for world peace?
Just kill us instead!
We’re supposed to be the harbingers of destruction, allies of the Apocalypse!
The turtles grumbled internally at their new role.
But—
Queng!
[If Dad says so, we do it!]
Buk!
[Yes, sir!]
Buk!
[We’ll protect world peace with all our might!]
One word from Queng, and the turtles immediately fell in line.
Thus, the Planet-Destroying Turtles surrendered entirely, and the battle ended anticlimactically.
[You have completed the Mid-Level Administrator Quest.]
[As a reward, <Kibid> has been restored to peace.]
With all stats increasing by 500 and earning 50 billion Tower Coins as a reward, Sejun was ready to head back.
“Alright, everyone, let’s go ho—”
But then—
[A new quest has been generated.]
[Quest: The insufficient number of Red Towers in <Kibid> has destabilized the connection between the towers and the world. Rebuild at least 30 Red Towers within 12 hours. Rebuilding requires significant magic, materials, and firepower.]
Reward: +10 to all stats, +50 to mental strength, and 10 billion Tower Coins per tower rebuilt.
“A tower-rebuilding quest?”
Noticing red beams of light marking locations for tower reconstruction, Sejun decided to head to the nearest one with his companions.
“Do I just infuse magic here?”
He placed his hand on the red beam.
“Nya!”
“Kyik kyik kyik!”
“Queng!”
“Squeak!”
Following his lead, his companions eagerly extended their paws.
Let’s do a cheer—just like old times.
Sejun knelt on one knee, ready to begin.
“We are—!”
Sejun shouted, leading the chant. His companions placed their paws on top of his hand and responded:
“One, nya!”
“One, indeed!”
“Queng!”
[One and only!]
[The Great Kamangi stands above all, unrivaled!]
They chanted together, though one peculiar slogan was quickly ignored.
“Alright, let’s pour in our magic!”
Sejun and his companions infused the pillar of red light with their magic. After about ten seconds—
[Sufficient magic has been infused for the reconstruction of the Red Tower.]
The notification appeared just as Sejun gulped down a Magic Vitality Juice potion to replenish his mana. His companions, of course, were perfectly fine, except for Kamangi—
Chirorong.
Kamangi had fainted.
“Well, the magic’s done.”
Sejun created the necessary stones with Umdori and Jaki, placing them into the pillar of red light.
“Kyik kyik kyik.”
“Queng!”
“Mumu!”
Iona, Queng, and Mubachil added fire to the mix.
Shortly after—
[All conditions for the reconstruction of the Red Tower have been met.]
Boom.
The Red Tower began to rise, completing rapidly. The newly reconstructed Red Tower had a noticeably different appearance. Hundreds of floating red stones orbited the tower, ready for action.
[The high-quality materials used for the reconstruction have strengthened the tower.]
Thanks to the premium stones and firepower contributed by Sejun and his team, the tower had been enhanced.
When the reconstruction was finished—
[The Armed Red Tower has been completed.]
[Rewards will be distributed upon the completion of the quest.]
The term “Armed” was now part of the tower’s title.
Armed?
The floating red stones around the tower seemed to function as turrets, automatically attacking approaching enemies.
I’ll have to upgrade the Black Tower when I visit Earth later.
Having successfully rebuilt the Red Tower, Sejun and his team moved on.
Traveling to the next pillar of red light, they continued rebuilding Red Towers until—
[The allotted time has expired.]
After 12 hours of tireless work, the quest’s time limit ended.
[You have completed the quest.]
[Due to the enhancement of the Red Towers into Armed Red Towers, rewards have been increased by 20%.]
[Number of Armed Red Towers rebuilt: 126.]
[The connection between the Red Towers and <Kibid> has been solidified.]
“Wait, what?!”
It wasn’t just 100 towers?
[Calculating quest rewards.]
[All stats increased by 1,512 as a quest reward.]
[Mental strength increased by 7,560 as a quest reward.]
[You have earned 1.512 trillion Tower Coins as a quest reward.]
Sejun had assumed the maximum was 100 towers, but he had kept rebuilding until the red pillars disappeared, reaping massive rewards.
“Heh.”
A total stat increase of around 6,000.
“This was worth it.”
Sejun smiled, feeling that the day had been productive.
“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, I’m so happy you’ve gotten stronger, nya!”
“Now I can worry a little less about Sejun-nim.”
“Hehehe. Dad’s not so weak anymore!”
“Hihi! Butler, you’re still far from being a match for the Great Kamangi!”
His companions felt a sense of pride as they looked at the slightly stronger Sejun.
“Alright, everyone, let’s go home.”
As Sejun and his companions returned to the Black Tower—
-Hahaha! Not only did Sejun save <Kibid> from destruction, but he also rebuilt its destroyed Red Towers!-
-Rebuilt? Are you saying he can reconstruct towers?-
-Indeed. On top of that, our Sejun can even enhance them. Hahaha!-
Ramter bragged about Sejun’s abilities to the other dragons.
-What?! Then I’ll have to ask Sejun for help, too.-
-Me too!-
-Perfect timing. The connection with <Resia> has been unstable.-
The dragons were eager to have Sejun help rebuild and enhance their towers.
Sejun, hoping the Planet-Destroying Turtles would handle some of his workload, found himself with an overflowing schedule once again. However, the dragons were determined to reward him well for his efforts.
Meanwhile—
“Piyot?”
[Oh?]
“The pursuers are here again.”
“Piyot!”
[Yuren-nim, go!]
Strategic Weapon Yuren was also busy at work.
“Alright, I’m off!”
With a powerful leap from his makeshift base, Yuren dashed off.
“Hahaha! Behold, the Strategic Weapon Unlucky King Yuren!”
He seemed to have started enjoying his misfortunes.