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99th Floor of the Black Tower.
(Bet-Bet: Good evening, everyone.)
While everyone else was asleep in the shared bedroom, Bet-Bet woke up and began his nightly patrol.
Snore. Purr. Growl. Gurgle. Chirp.
The usual harmony of nighttime sounds filled the air.
(Bet-Bet?)
Suddenly, an unusual sound caught Bet-Bet’s attention.
Chirp.
(Bet-Bet: Brother Wolbok?)
Did he escape again?
Lying sprawled across Sejun’s stomach was Heuk Wolbok, the King of the Red Ribbon Kingdom on the 55th floor.
Earlier that evening, Sejun had asked Aileen to check whether Heuk Wolbok wanted to come to Earth for the wedding.
“Bweck!”
[Honey, Uncle urgently called me. I’ll be right back!]
The thought of leaving his kingdom unattended had been too enticing for Heuk Wolbok, who dashed off in the dead of night, still afraid of the dark.
Meanwhile—
Whimper.
Kamangi clung tightly to Sejun’s chest, trying not to get pushed off by Heuk Wolbok’s weight. Thankfully, even in his unconscious state, Kamangi refrained from using his dragon claws.
(Bet-Bet: Hehehe, our Kamangi is so cute.)
Bet-Bet chuckled at the sight, then gently adjusted Wolbok’s position so Kamangi wouldn’t fall off. Afterward, he headed to the kitchen for his usual midnight snack of sweet fruit prepared by Sejun.
(Bet-Bet: What’s this?)
Next to his fruit container, Bet-Bet found a note left by Sejun.
He read it carefully:
"Bet-Bet, I’m going to Earth tomorrow for a friend’s wedding. Stay close to home."
Earth?
(Ah, so that’s why Brother Wolbok is here.)
Bet-Bet now understood why Heuk Wolbok was spending the night on the 99th floor.
After finishing the note, Bet-Bet eagerly sucked the juice from his fruit slices.
(Bet-Bet: A wedding, huh? They’ll need a song, won’t they?)
Inspired, Bet-Bet began composing a wedding song.
“Our love can overcome dimensions~”
“No matter the distance, I’ll find you and you’ll find me~”
The lyrics and melody flowed effortlessly, a product of Bet-Bet’s genius.
Chapter 669. Why Don’t I Have Any Friends?
99th Floor of the Black Tower.
(Bet-Bet: Good evening, everyone.)
While everyone else was asleep in the shared bedroom, Bet-Bet woke up and began his nightly patrol.
Snore. Purr. Growl. Gurgle. Chirp.
The usual harmony of nighttime sounds filled the air.
(Bet-Bet?)
Suddenly, an unusual sound caught Bet-Bet’s attention.
Chirp.
(Bet-Bet: Brother Wolbok?)
Did he escape again?
Lying sprawled across Sejun’s stomach was Heuk Wolbok, the King of the Red Ribbon Kingdom on the 55th floor.
Earlier that evening, Sejun had asked Aileen to check whether Heuk Wolbok wanted to come to Earth for the wedding.
“Bweck!”
[Honey, Uncle urgently called me. I’ll be right back!]
The thought of leaving his kingdom unattended had been too enticing for Heuk Wolbok, who dashed off in the dead of night, still afraid of the dark.
Meanwhile—
Whimper.
Kamangi clung tightly to Sejun’s chest, trying not to get pushed off by Heuk Wolbok’s weight. Thankfully, even in his unconscious state, Kamangi refrained from using his dragon claws.
(Bet-Bet: Hehehe, our Kamangi is so cute.)
Bet-Bet chuckled at the sight, then gently adjusted Wolbok’s position so Kamangi wouldn’t fall off. Afterward, he headed to the kitchen for his usual midnight snack of sweet fruit prepared by Sejun.
(Bet-Bet: What’s this?)
Next to his fruit container, Bet-Bet found a note left by Sejun.
He read it carefully:
"Bet-Bet, I’m going to Earth tomorrow for a friend’s wedding. Stay close to home."
Earth?
(Ah, so that’s why Brother Wolbok is here.)
Bet-Bet now understood why Heuk Wolbok was spending the night on the 99th floor.
After finishing the note, Bet-Bet eagerly sucked the juice from his fruit slices.
(Bet-Bet: A wedding, huh? They’ll need a song, won’t they?)
Inspired, Bet-Bet began composing a wedding song.
“Our love can overcome dimensions~”
“No matter the distance, I’ll find you and you’ll find me~”
The lyrics and melody flowed effortlessly, a product of Bet-Bet’s genius.
(Bet-Bet: I’ll ask Sejun-nim to name the song later. I’m bad at naming things.)
Though the song was poised to become a timeless wedding classic, its full impact might be undermined by Bet-Bet’s poor naming skills.
Within two hours, the talented Bet-Bet had completed both the lyrics and melody.
Flap. Flap.
Bet-Bet decided to patrol the surrounding area.
“Hohoho, Bet-Bet, you’re up?”
“Come over and try some of this.”
The Nine Dragons of the Gu Dragon Society, enjoying a night of drinking, beckoned Bet-Bet over and offered him some fruit snacks.
(Bet-Bet: Hehehe, thank you!)
Bet-Bet grabbed a watermelon slice as big as himself and sat beside the dragon statues.
Slurp. Slurp.
As he happily drank the watermelon juice, Bet-Bet quietly eavesdropped on their conversation.
Though most of it was prideful banter, there were occasional nuggets of useful information.
"A Great Merchant has emerged in the White Tower!"
(Bet-Bet: Hehehe, Big Brother will like hearing about this.)
"A new world, <Torras>, has connected to the Violet Tower!"
Armed with valuable intel, Bet-Bet finished his watermelon and thanked the dragons before flying off to his next destination.
Bet-Bet arrived at the training area where the Minotaur King, Umawang, was practicing alone.
“Moo!”
During the day, Umawang helped train Pink Fur and the other Black Minotaurs. At night, he trained by himself.
(Bet-Bet: Umawang-nim, have some grass while you train.)
Bet-Bet brought over a bundle of grass from the fields and offered it to Umawang.
Crunch.
“Moo. Moo?”
[Thank you. Let’s see your skills.]
(Bet-Bet: Yes! Presenting Bet Roll-Bet Strike combo move!)
Crunch.
“Moo. Moo.”
[The combo makes both the spin and thrust weaker. Adjust the wing resistance and try again.]
(Bet-Bet: Got it!)
As Umawang munched on the grass, he offered feedback on Bet-Bet’s technique.
“Moo.”
[Now, back to training.]
(Bet-Bet: Thank you!)
After Umawang finished eating, Bet-Bet moved on to check the Mushroom Ants’ nest.
All clear here.
He found the Mushroom Ants sleeping soundly, stacked on top of each other.
Next, Bet-Bet visited the area where Pink Fur and Queng were resting.
Snore.
(Bet-Bet: Hehehe, Brother Queng must be having sweet dreams.)
Queng lay nestled in Pink Fur’s hand, smiling in his sleep.
Having completed his patrol of the 5-kilometer radius around Sejun’s home, Bet-Bet looked satisfied.
(Bet-Bet: Two hours until morning. Time to cover more ground!)
Increasing his speed, Bet-Bet extended his patrol to the southern Black Pumpkin fields, the Magic Tower, and the Fire Ant nests. From there, he checked Queng’s herb garden to the west, the Black Minotaurs’ settlement to the north, and the Stone Honeybees’ habitat to the east.
(Bet-Bet: All clear!)
After completing his rounds, Bet-Bet perched on Sejun’s shoulder with a proud expression.
Snore. Purr. Growl. Chirp. Gurgle.
As Bet-Bet’s snores joined those of his companions, the night passed peacefully.
A little while later—
“Alright!”
Sejun woke up with a start, having spent the night apologizing profusely in Kamangi’s mental world.
+++++
[Sippyot! Messenger Bird Special Move: Enemy Line Breakthrough!]
“Uhehehe! I am none other than the ultimate weapon, Yuren!”
“Mohehehe! Stinging Sandstorm!”
Sippyot, Yuren, and Poyo rampaged through the enemy ships, overwhelming the pirates and sinking their vessels one by one.
Their own ship had already sunk, but the trio wasn’t worried. They planned to commandeer the last ship still afloat.
Amid the chaos, a voice echoed.
“Interesting. You lot seem amusing. I, Keska, shall face you.”
Keska, the lowest-ranked member of the Ten Kings under Kamous, the pirate lord, appeared. Known as the King of Misfortune, he stepped forward to confront them.
“Suffer my misfortune!”
Keska unleashed his misfortune upon Sippyot, Yuren, and Poyo.
[Sippyot: My strength is draining…]
Sippyot visibly struggled under Keska’s influence.
However—
“Uhehehe! My strength is overflowing!”
Yuren, who bore the Blessing of Misfortune granted by the god Misfortune, felt empowered instead.
“Mohehehe! What’s this? It feels like I’m intoxicated!”
For Poyo, the misfortune pouring into his body was pure bliss.
“Uhehehe! That level of misfortune only makes me stronger!”
Crash!
“Gah!”
Yuren’s body slam sent Keska, the King of Misfortune, flying.
“Impressive. Then I, the King of Fire, Pire, shall…”
[Sippyot: Messenger Bird Secret Technique: Ten Thousand Feathers!]
Before Pire could finish, Sippyot unleashed his attack, swiftly taking him down.
“Mohehehe! Sandstorm!”
Poyo made quick work of the Eighth King.
One by one, the remaining kings fell: the Seventh, the Sixth, and even the Fifth King.
Finally—
“Impressive, but this is as far as you go.”
The Fifth King, His, the Severer, blocked their path.
99th Floor of the Black Tower
“Alright, I’ll be off now.”
As Sejun prepared to leave for Earth, the Great Dragons and his companions came to see him off.
“Use this to eat something delicious while you’re there.”
The Great Dragons gifted Sejun several of their scales.
“If someone bullies you, let me know. I’ll descend personally.”
“If you’re in danger, just call. I’ll be there immediately.”
Despite Sejun’s strength, which had long surpassed the limits of Earth, the dragons still saw him as weak and fragile.
“Got it. Thank you.”
If you descend, I’ll probably die.
Sejun silently disagreed but accepted their gifts graciously.
“Eileen, I’m heading out.”
At his words, Eileen responded through the system.
[The Tower Administrator sounds upset, lamenting that she cannot accompany you.]
Eileen was clearly displeased at being left behind.
Sejun had considered giving her a divine artifact from the Nature God to enable her to use transcendent powers, but—
“It probably wouldn’t work,” the dragons advised.
“Right. Such authority wouldn’t forcefully awaken a Great Dragon’s abilities.”
“Even if it did, it wouldn’t help much with her natural limitations.”
Sejun abandoned the idea.
Incidentally, Eileen’s hourly cost of residence had skyrocketed to “incalculable.” Thanks to Sejun’s crops and dishes, she had grown exponentially stronger.
“Don’t worry. Next time, we’ll attend a different wedding together. After all, I’ve got plenty of friends. There’s Kyungchul, and… uh…”
Kyungchul and…
That’s it?
Why don’t I have any friends?
Sejun suddenly realized the harsh truth: he had no friends. His solitary lifestyle on the 99th floor made a lot more sense now.
“Puhuhut! Don’t be too sad, Great Hybrid Park Chairman! I, Vice Chairman Theo, am here!”
“Khehehe. Dad, you’ve got me, Queng!”
“Grr! Butler, the Great Kamangi is with you! What’s the problem?!”
Theo, Queng, and Kamangi comforted Sejun in their own unique ways, helping him recover his spirits.
“Alright, everyone, into the subspace warehouse.”
After storing his companions, Sejun stepped onto the waypoint.
[The Tower Administrator informs you that she’s already informed your mother of your visit.]
“Thanks, Eileen. I’ll be back soon.”
Sejun expressed his gratitude before moving to the first floor of the tower.
Clang.
“Puhuhut. I missed you, Park Chairman!”
Theo immediately leaped onto Sejun’s lap as he stepped out of the warehouse. With his energy suppressed, Sejun began walking through the marketplace toward the exclusive passage to Earth.
Overheard whispers reached his ears:
“I heard the strongest man on Earth, Kyungchul, is getting married today!”
“What’s his bride like?”
“They say she’s the eldest daughter of a chaebol family. Beautiful, talented, and only 25 years old. She runs a startup valued at 10 trillion won!”
Hmph. So Kyungchul is just a kept man for a chaebol heiress. He’ll be completely under her thumb.
Sejun chuckled smugly, oblivious to the irony—he was no different, if not worse, in his own situation.
Arriving at the exclusive passage, Sejun placed his hand on the black portal.
[Currently available destinations: Earth (Lv. 1), Hamk (Lv. 7), and Bix (Lv. 8).]
[Select your destination.]
“Earth.”
The portal calculated the cost of entry:
After discounts, the final cost was approximately 475 quintillion tower coins.
[You may now remain on Earth for 10 hours.]
[You are being transported to Earth.]
With that, Sejun and his companions departed for Earth.