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<Eraiel>
“Stop right there!”
“If I catch you, you’re done for!”
Screech!
[“Eek! Spare me!”]
Cackling with newfound strength, Carrer had been wreaking havoc. But as their power waned, the tables turned, and they were now fleeing from the residents of <Eraiel>.
No matter how hard Carrer flapped their wings, they were slower than the pursuing residents.
“Gotcha!”
Eventually, Carrer was caught.
At that moment—
“Puhuhut. Stop right there, nyang! Carrer is our Sejun Company Vice Chairman, nyang!”
Theo, hanging heroically from Sejun’s leg as Queng levitated him, proclaimed loudly.
Alongside him were Mubaltchil, Meokppupal, and Besugu, who had already been rescued.
For reference, the Sejun Company’s hierarchy was as follows:
This structure, of course, had been arbitrarily created by Sejun and Theo, and most members weren’t even aware of their positions.
“Screech?! I’m a Vice Chairman?!”
Carrer, learning for the first time that they were a Vice Chairman, was astonished.
[“Let me go! Do you know who I am?!”]
“Quiet!”
Squawk!
Attempting to assert their new title with dignity, Carrer was silenced by the <Eraiel> resident holding them.
“Puhuhut. Since you dared to harm our Vice Chairman, you must take the seal, nyang!”
This gave Theo the perfect excuse to stamp them with the seal of Sejun Company.
Bam.
After knocking out the <Eraiel> residents, Theo stamped them one by one.
With the law of <Weak Becomes Strong, Strong Becomes Weak> no longer in effect, Theo’s full strength had returned, and he enthusiastically stamped the residents pursuing the Kamangi Family.
Though the chaos had started because of the Kamangi Family’s antics, Theo dismissed it entirely.
“Puhuhut.”
“That’s their problem, nyang! Let them figure it out themselves!”
For Theo, the opportunity to stamp more individuals was all that mattered.
[Heheht.]
Watching from the side, Flame giggled as they observed Theo at work.
“Thanks to Krishunak, I’ve found a way to stay by Sejun-nim’s side.”
Flame had cleverly restructured Krishunak’s law to their advantage, creating the Law of the Creator: Weak When Holding Breath and the Authority: Fragile Maiden.
“Heheht. By using both, I can stay by Sejun-nim’s side for about an hour a month, even as a Creator.”
Though Flame’s strength had been reduced to roughly World Tree level, they were perfectly content with their new abilities. To avoid embarrassment, they insisted on maintaining their current size, even when they reached the scale of a World Tree.
“Puhuhut. All done stamping, nyang!”
As Theo finished stamping the residents, Iona, who had been tracking the scattered Kamangi Family, spoke up.
“I think we need to head that way. Eomdori’s in trouble.”
Hearing this, Sejun and the group hurriedly flew in the indicated direction.
“Puhuhut. Time to stamp again, nyang!”
Another group of victims fell prey to Theo’s stamping spree as they reached Eomdori.
While Theo was enthusiastically stamping the residents who had attacked Eomdori—
Clink... Clang...
The subspace warehouse quietly opened.
Twitch.
At the same time, Theo’s ears perked up, sensing danger.
Roar!
From the warehouse, a white leopard named Baektang pounced, aiming for Sejun’s lap.
Swoosh.
“Pant! Pant! Baektang, you can’t! The Great Hybrid Park Chairman’s lap is exclusively mine, nyang!”
Theo quickly teleported to Sejun’s lap using his Feline Dash, hissing furiously at Baektang.
“Roar?”
“Exclusive? What’s that?”
Baektang tilted their head, unable to understand the concept of exclusivity.
“Puhuhut. Exclusivity means Park Chairman’s lap belongs to me alone, nyang! I worked hard for this privilege!”
Theo declared proudly.
“Roar…”
Defeated, Baektang retreated to the subspace warehouse, where their friends comforted them.
Meanwhile, Flame shared Krishunak’s story with Sejun, and Sejun began searching for a safe place where Krishunak’s four animals could live peacefully and make friends.
“I think we need to head that way. Shari’s being chased now.”
With Iona’s guidance, Sejun and the group set off to rescue Shari.
Temple of the Creator
“So this is what happened.”
In the Temple of the Creator, the Creator examined completed paintings that revealed the downfall of the next Creator.
Though many paintings remained unfinished, the Creator pieced together the story from context.
The first lie, hidden like a puzzle piece, had tainted the successor’s heart, much like a drop of black ink muddying clear water.
This lie planted guilt within the successor, which soon twisted into exhilaration from deceiving others.
Among the paintings, a red snake could be seen beside the successor, whispering sweet but ominous words.
“So that’s Corruption.”
The Creator could feel the malevolence emanating from the painting.
Approaching a nearby pillar in the temple, the Creator noticed an inscription.
“Here it is.”
[The Creator is a stupid fool.]
The inscription, left behind by the successor as a defiant act after being scolded, began to glow and transform.
Rustle.
The image shifted, now showing the successor and the Creator carving inscriptions into the pillar together, laughing and even drawing on each other’s faces in a moment of joy.
“Much better.”
A smile spread across the Creator’s face as they looked at the altered scene.
Land of Destruction
While the Creator altered the paintings, a fragment of Destruction’s spirit broke away.
“Heheheh. Hide and seek, is it?”
Corruption, having completely overtaken Destruction’s body, prowled the area, searching for the fragmented spirits.
Though aware of their hiding places, Corruption deliberately stalked nearby, spreading fear to weaken their resolve.
“Heheheh. Where could you be hiding?”
Boom. Boom.
The ominous footsteps echoed as Corruption played its cruel game.
<Eraiel>
“Ah, I’m full.”
“Puhuhut. That was delicious, nyang!”
“I agree,” added Queng.
“Khehehehe.”
After rescuing most of the Kamangi Family, only Jaki remained. Sejun and his companions decided to take a lunch break since, according to Iona, Jaki was safely disguised as an amethyst.
“Kihiht. Come here!”
Roar...
Nyon-nyon...
Bok-bok...
Tweet-tweet...
While they rested, the Kamangi Family surrounded Krishunak’s Four Guardians, attempting to assert their dominance.
Even though the Kamangi Family was much weaker than the Guardians from the 9th-level world, their confidence was overflowing.
“Kihiht. I am the Great Kamangi! State your names and ages!”
“Roar! My name is Baektang, and I am 305 years old!”
“Nyon-nyon! My name is Cheongnyong, and I am 304 years old!”
“Bok-bok! My name is Heukbuk, and I am 303 years old!”
“Tweet-tweet! My name is Jeokbi, and I am 301 years old!”
Overwhelmed by the Kamangi Family’s confidence, the Guardians nervously answered, despite knowing they could defeat the Kamangi Family in a single blow.
“Kihiht. Forget your old names! From now on, the butler will—”
Just as Kamangi was about to bestow new names given by Sejun, he was interrupted.
“Kamangi.”
Hearing Sejun’s voice, Kamangi froze.
“Kihiht. Butler! Did you call the Great Kamangi?”
Kamangi ran to Sejun, wagging his tail enthusiastically.
“Yes. Don’t bully them, and behave.”
“Nngh...”
Caught by Sejun, Kamangi was placed into a sling bag for time-out.
Thanks to this, the Guardians were able to keep their original names and enjoy a moment of peace.
“Let’s see how much weight you’ve lost.”
As Sejun poked Kamangi’s belly to check his progress, Kamangi proudly pushed his stomach out further.
“Kihiht. Touch it, Butler! You’re allowed to!”
Sejun pressed Kamangi’s soft, pink belly, now reduced to the thickness of a finger.
“Hmm. You’ve slimmed down a lot. I think you can stop dieting.”
Sejun declared an end to Kamangi’s diet, figuring that rolling the boulder for fun would keep him active enough.
“Kihiht. Really?! Butler! Then give me roasted sweet potato jerky! Twenty pieces!”
Excited, Kamangi immediately tried to indulge.
“No.”
Sejun firmly refused and handed Kamangi a small piece instead, knowing that giving too much would turn him back into a “Kamangi Pig” in no time.
“Kihiht. Delicious!”
As Kamangi happily nibbled on the jerky, Baektang cautiously approached Sejun’s lap.
“Hiss! Go away, nyang!”
Blocked yet again by Theo, who fiercely defended Sejun’s lap, Baektang retreated with a dejected roar.
“Jaki, let’s go.”
“Kihiht. Jaki! The Great Kamangi has come to save you!”
“Sejun-nim! Great Kamangi! You’ve come to rescue me!”
Disguised as an amethyst and hiding among treasure, Jaki was successfully rescued.
“Who’s there?!”
“Thieves!”
Although their escape caused some commotion—
“Puhuhut. Stamp them, nyang!”
Theo, as always, resolved the situation by stamping the pursuers into employees of Sejun Company.
With the entire Kamangi Family finally rescued, Sejun and his companions returned home via the dimensional gate in time for dinner.
After eating a meal prepared by Sejun #12, the group prepared for bed.
Intruders from <Eraiel>
“There it is!”
“The trail leads here!”
Soldiers from <Eraiel>, following the traces left by the fleeing Kamangi Family, crossed the dimensional gate and infiltrated the 99th floor of the Black Tower.
However—
Queng?
“Rooooar! Rooooar!”
Pink Fur, enraged by the disturbance to Queng’s bedtime, covered Queng’s ears and unleashed a deafening roar.
“Retreat!”
“Run away!”
Terrified by Pink Fur’s overwhelming presence, the soldiers quickly fled back through the dimensional gate.
Back in peace, Sejun and his companions settled in for the night, the chaos of the day finally behind them.