Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 108

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108
In the Divine Temple where the Goddess of Life dwelt.
A beautiful woman with hair as fine and soft as sunlight, cascading to her waist, gazed out with sorrowful eyes.
A gentle breeze swept through.
An ancient tree stood within the temple.
No trace of life remained in it.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t protect you.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Watching the World Tree, drained of all vitality and dead, the Goddess of Life sank to the ground where she stood.
She understood why the World Tree had come to this.
The Calamities.
The forces that were the source of the world’s ruin.
Just as the God of Fate had said.
They had revealed themselves to the world at last, aided by the Apostles and those who followed them.
The World Tree was their greatest thorn.
The massive force that sustained the great earth, which could be called the source of all life.
Because the earth existed, living things could be.
But through the Calamities’ assault, the World Tree had withered under the power of Dark Magic—that which was called death rather than life—draining away all its vigor.
Witnessing this, the Goddess of Life had stepped forward herself to judge the Calamities and their followers, but for a god to intervene in the mortal realm was a violation of the Inviolable Law.
That the Goddess of Life would intervene in the mortal realm to protect the World Tree, the source of all life, provided her with justification—but the other gods saw it differently.
“Why are you crying so much?”
“……The God of Adventure.”
As always, his bearing was full of mischief.
With vigorous strides, he came tramping into the temple.
The Goddess of Life said nothing more.
She had no wish to speak with anyone.
Least of all with the other gods.
But the God of Adventure paid her no mind, poking around her surroundings.
“Huh? Why is the World Tree rotting?”
“What?”
A bitter laugh escaped the Goddess of Life.
She was at a loss for words.
The God of Adventure must surely know why the World Tree had become like this.
The Goddess of Life felt the thread of reason she had been holding snap suddenly.
A surge of divine power rippled through the air.
“God of Adventure, did you come here deliberately to provoke me? The World Tree became like this because you and the others stopped me from judging the Calamities by invoking this so-called Inviolable Law of the gods!”
“Huh? No, well, about that…”
The God of Adventure tilted his head as if genuinely bewildered.
“The World Tree is alive. Very much so, actually.”
“……What?”
“So I thought you’d have regained your spirits, and I stopped by to say hello, but you looked so gloomy I figured something was off.”
The Goddess of Life stared at him in shock, her eyes wide as a startled rabbit’s, still wet with the tears she had shed moments before.
“What do you mean? The World Tree is alive?”
“What do you mean what do I mean. Just what I said.”
“But I clearly saw it. The World Tree completely withered by the Calamities.”
That was true.
The Calamity Tree.
They had planted beside the World Tree an unknown tree brimming with Dark Magic, suffused with the aura of death, which had gnawed away its life force until the World Tree withered completely and fell into decline.
Whereas the verdant World Tree gradually lost its lush green life,
The dark Calamity Tree planted beside it reached its branches ever higher toward the sky, knowing no bounds.
As a result,
Part of the Divine Tree within the temple—that which was connected to the World Tree—had become like this.
The Divine Tree that once bloomed with brilliant vitality had vanished without a trace, now withered and darkened like the Calamity Tree itself.
“Well, that was true. But Lee Woo-jin brought it here and has been growing it.”
“……Lee Woo-jin? Brought it and is growing it?”
“Yeah. There’s this really fascinating Adventurer named Lee Woo-jin, and I’ve been keeping an eye on him. Anyway, Lee Woo-jin brought the World Tree when it was on the brink of death to the Dragon Lair and planted it there, watering it and all, and it’s been growing back, you see?”
What in the world.
An Adventurer brought the World Tree, nearly dead, to the Dragon Lair and is growing it there?
That makes no sense.
No matter how remarkable an Adventurer might be.
There were things an Adventurer could do, and things they could not.
What the God of Adventure had spoken of were tasks that no matter how much an Adventurer grew, they could absolutely never accomplish.
To bring the World Tree, one would have to confront a Calamity.
No—even if bringing the World Tree were possible somehow, to carry it to the Dragon Lair and cultivate it there!
The Dragon Lord was the God of Authority.
As a deity who governed the domain of dominion, his power was incomparable, and among the gods themselves, none could match his strength in raw force.
Moreover, the God of Authority, like all dragons, despised having his territory trespassed upon in the extreme.
Therefore, for an Adventurer named Lee Woo-jin to plant the World Tree in the God of Authority’s Lair was impossible, and doing so would be no different than suicide.
“You look like you don’t believe me.”
“Of course I don’t.”
“Go see for yourself. Whether my words are true or not.”
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The Goddess of Life’s mouth fell open in shock.
It was real.
Tower, 99th floor.
The Dragon Lair.
The World Tree was planted there, solid as stone.
Though its size was very, very small, it was unmistakably the World Tree.
Tears streamed down the Goddess of Life’s face.
She smiled more brightly than ever before.
“Thank goodness. Thank goodness indeed.”
“What do you think? Wasn’t I right?”
A Divine Temple overlooking the tower.
The Goddess of Life wept freely there.
The God of Adventure laughed with delight.
Other gods watched the scene unfold.
The gazes of the Goddess of Life and the God of Authority met.
The God of Authority, as if uninterested, left the Divine Temple and vanished somewhere.
The Goddess of Life looked at the other gods in the temple and asked.
“……But why are all of you gathered here?”
“We have been observing Lee Woo-jin.”
“Pardon?”
The Goddess of Life blinked in bewilderment.
Gods are fundamentally indifferent beings.
They pay no attention whatsoever beyond their own domains.
Naturally, the thought of observing a particular Adventurer was unimaginable.
“You mean… all of you here?”
“Yes.”
But why?
From the Divine Temple, they gazed down upon the Dragon Lair.
In the Lair dwelt the Doppelganger, called the Shadow King.
And a single Dungeon Mouse, which the witches kept with them, lay belly-up and snored peacefully.
Beyond that, various crops had been planted.
“……?”
The God of Authority allowed this to remain undisturbed?
The Goddess of Life’s expression grew more bewildered still.
“But where is he? This Lee Woo-jin?”
“Oh, he’s on vacation right now. He apparently lives in Korea.”
“Va, vacation?”
The God of Adventure told her more details about Woo-jin.
That Woo-jin had entered the tower at Level 1.
But instead of dropping into Normal floor 1, he had fallen into Mythic floor 99.
That he could not return unless he defeated the Dragon Lord, the goal of floor 99.
“There’s a Stone of Wishes on floor 90, and he uses it to go back and forth to his home.”
……
* * *
Click.
“Mom, Coldwell is here!”
“My goodness.”
It was true.
The one you only see on television.
The world’s number one Awakener had come to his home.
Kim Mi-suk greeted him in English.
“H-hello?”
“Haha! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“My! You speak Korean?”
“Yes! My mother used to work at a Korean restaurant long ago, so I speak a little Korean.”
It was far more than a little—his fluency was quite impressive.
“Oh my, how wonderful.”
“I hope my sudden visit isn’t an intrusion. Ah, these are gifts for you.”
Ethan Coldwell had brought a luxury handbag for a woman and a luxury watch for a man.
“Oh, what is all this?”
“It would be improper to visit Lee Woo-jin’s home empty-handed. If there’s anything else you might need, please don’t hesitate to tell me. Haha!”
“Still, gifts like these are rather overwhelming…….”
Kim Mi-suk couldn’t help but be cautious, worried that accepting such gifts might somehow disadvantage Woo-jin.
Sensing her hesitation, Woo-jin swiftly took the gifts.
“Thanks. Coldwell.”
“Haha! Thank you for accepting them, Lee Woo-jin.”
“Here, Mom. Take these.”
“Are you really sure I should?”
“Of course.”
To ease any awkwardness, Kim Mi-suk warmly welcomed Ethan Coldwell and led him to the table.
“It’s not much, but please help yourself. Hehe.”
The table was laden so heavily the legs nearly buckled.
The short ribs in gravy were particularly stunning in their presentation.
White steamed rice alongside Kim Mi-suk’s homemade kimchi looked appetizingly crisp and delicious.
“Delicious, indeed!”
“Heh. Our lady’s cooking never fails to impress, I say.”
Though Ethan Coldwell didn’t show it, he was actually quite nervous. Visiting a stranger’s home, especially that of the man who had saved his life, was uncomfortable territory for him.
But then.
The moment he tasted the short ribs in gravy, all his tension and worry seemed to melt away sweetly with the sauce.
“Wow! Unbelievable!”
“How is it?”
“It’s the best short ribs in gravy I’ve ever had.”
And it wasn’t just the ribs.
The other side dishes, especially the kimchi, were remarkable.
Despite being abroad, eating Korean home cooking filled him with a comfort as if he were back home.
Kim Mi-suk was pleased to see Ethan Coldwell enjoying the meal so thoroughly.
In truth, she had many questions she wanted to ask.
How her son came to know him.
Why he felt compelled to show such kindness.
‘Last time Kang Min-woo came and offered to help with all sorts of things—what’s all this about?’
What help could Woo-jin have possibly given them?
She wasn’t sure of the details, but she was thinking she ought to return the luxury handbag and watch she’d just received.
Woo-jin must be feeling burdened too.
As Kim Mi-suk resolved this in her mind and continued eating.
“Coldwell, by the way—you mentioned giving us a gift before, didn’t you? I’ve given it some thought, and I think it would be nice to have a villa in the USA. Somewhere near New York would be perfect. America means New York, after all! Ahem.”
Kim Mi-suk was startled at hearing this.
A villa in America?
And in New York, no less!
Did he realize how much something like that would cost?
Just as Kim Mi-suk was about to make a small protest.
“Of course! I’ll find you the finest place in New York. Hahaha!”
“Good!”
Kim Mi-suk was astonished.
Farming in the Dragon Lair (Ongoing Serialization)
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