Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 117

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117
After moving the Teleportation Ring from the entrance of the fortieth floor to the thirtieth, Lee Woo-jin returned at once to the ninety-ninth floor, to the entrance of the Dragon Lair.
Thump.
Kkamangi bounded over the entrance with a hop and jump, landing nimbly beside him.
Lee Woo-jin reached out and stroked the creature’s head gently with his palm.
“You’ve worked hard, Kkamangi.”
“But I didn’t do anything, meow?”
“You kept me company. Keep up that faithful service from here on.”
“Understood, meow!”
Now it was time to begin making Makgeolli in earnest.
Lee Woo-jin pictured the process of cooking rice and preparing Nuruk in his mind as he stepped into the Dragon Lair.
But there was a visitor waiting inside.
“Oh! Guild Master!”
Lee Woo-jin approached and greeted him warmly.
When he offered his hand, the Guild Master broke into a broad smile and clasped it with both of his own.
“Haha! How do you do!”
“Good to see you. What brings you by?”
“I was passing through and thought I’d stop in to check on things. Surely I should make certain you have everything you need and aren’t lacking anything?”
“Ah, if you keep this up, I’ll grow too fond of you to know what to do.”
“Ahem! Then I’m delighted!”
The Guild Master glanced around the space.
The garden was far more abundant than it had been on his last visit.
Both the variety of crops and their vibrant greenery were incomparable to before.
Moreover, the World Tree had grown so magnificently that it was truly astonishing.
The Guild Master let out a small cough.
“It appears there’s nothing I can do for you at this moment. I’m glad to see that you look so well, though. I should be on my way.”
“Aw, don’t leave just like that. I was about to have lunch—would you care to join me?”
At Lee Woo-jin’s invitation, the Guild Master’s face lit up with an undisguised, radiant smile.
“Really, is it alright to do so?”
“Of course. You’ve done me a tremendous kindness.”
“Ah, what have I really done, haha!”
In truth, nothing of great consequence.
He had only given a shop through Kkamangi and helped Lee Woo-jin purchase the items he needed.
If anything, it was the Guild Master who had benefited.
Lee Woo-jin had stopped the Erosion, which was more fortune than the Guild Master could have asked for.
* * *
Crackle, crackle!
The sound of firewood burning in the campfire drifted through the air.
Lee Woo-jin was in the process of arranging rice into two large Black Mithril Pots.
There was yet another pot besides these.
This one was not made of Black Mithril—Lee Woo-jin had simply carved it from stone, a common pot.
Of course, if he used Appraisal on it, it would become Black Mithril as well.
All the stone blocks that made up the Dragon Lair were Black Mithril before Appraisal.
Lee Woo-jin could have used the Authority of Appraisal to produce Black Mithril, but he had stopped creating new Black Mithril after being forbidden from doing so on grounds that it would disturb the order.
In any case.
He was boiling rainwater in the common stone pot.
Today’s lunch would be simple—ramen.
He pulled a box of Shin Ramyeon from his Subspace Backpack, tore open the vinyl packaging that held five servings, and sprinkled the seasoning briskly into the boiling water.
A spicy aroma drifted up.
About a meter away, the Guild Master stood sniffing the fragrance of the ramen broth bubbling vigorously in the pot, swallowing audibly.
“Come to think of it, you haven’t tried ramen before, have you?”
“Ra, ramen, you say? This is an unfamiliar dish. Haha.”
What the Guild Master had eaten from Lee Woo-jin before were french fries, roasted potatoes, sweet potatoes, and finally Pork Belly and tofu kimchi.
His only memory was of him exclaiming with delight every time he ate something, so he was deeply anticipating this new food called ramen.
The God of Adventure laughs and says that if ramen is on the menu, setting down two rice pots seems like someone’s planning to stuff themselves with a rice bowl swimming in ramen broth.
Lee Woo-jin shook his head.
“One is for eating rice with the broth, but the other is for making Nuruk. I’m not sure how well it’ll turn out, though.”
The God of Life asks what Nuruk is.
“Nuruk is basically a mold culture needed to make Makgeolli. Makgeolli is our country’s traditional liquor.”
Whoosh.
He lifted the lids off both rice cookers.
Freshly cooked white rice, wisps of steam curling upward.
A sight he’d seen countless times before, every meal.
“Meow? This batch of rice looks a bit strange, doesn’t it?”
Kkamangi pointed at the rice cooker on the right.
Unlike the one on the left, the grains in the right cooker were plump and swollen.
(…)
The Doppelganger tilted its head as well.
“I soaked this batch in water earlier. It’s for making nuruk.”
The Guild Master, who had been listening to their conversation from nearby, stepped forward curiously.
“So you know how to brew your own spirits, I take it?”
Lee Woo-jin gave a small shrug.
“Never tried it before. Once it’s done, we can share it together.”
“Really, you’d let me?”
“Of course! Why would you say such a thing?”
The words “between us” filled the Guild Master with delight, and he couldn’t hide the smile playing at his lips. Had the other managers or bureaucrats seen it, they’d have gasped at what looked like the staging ground for corruption—but what did it matter?
Soon the appetizing ramyeon was finished.
Lee Woo-jin ladled the noodles into a large stone bowl—roughly a portion and a half—and repeated the process with the broth, scooping three ladles per bowl.
“God of Adventure, you can take this.”
Freshly made Kimjang Kimchi.
Fluffy rice, one bowl per person.
[The God of Adventure cries out in delight and carries the ramyeon, kimchi, and rice to where the gods are gathered.]
[The God of Fate chuckles and takes his portion.]
[The God of Life blinks and asks what this is.]
[The God of Adventure replies, “What else? Delicious ramyeon!” and sets a bowl down before the God of Life.]
[The God of Life picks up a strand of noodles with chopsticks, takes a bite, and his eyes widen—he says it’s spicy.]
“Oh, if it’s too hot for you—”
[The God of Life laughs and says, “But it’s delicious!”]
[The God of Adventure says, “Try wrapping it with kimchi like this.”]
[The God of Life exclaims, “Wow! It’s really delicious this way!”]
The Guild Master was slurping down his ramyeon with gusto.
He sat beside Kkamangi, eating, though Kkamangi preferred burying his face in the bowl rather than using chopsticks.
Lee Woo-jin had given the Dungeon Mouse noodles too—rinsed in water.
Like feeding a baby.
– Squeak! (Thank you!)
– Squeak! (The water-rinsed ramyeon is really delicious!)
“Hehe. Eat plenty.”
After finishing the ramyeon, he mixed the remaining broth with white rice and piled kimchi on top—the satisfaction was extraordinary.
“Urp.”
“I enjoyed that immensely. Thank you.”
“Not at all. Next time I’ll prepare something even better.”
“I’m so grateful!”
To Lee Woo-jin, ramyeon was simply convenient instant food to get through a meal. It wasn’t undelicious, but serving it to a guest felt like it lacked sincerity.
“Eating such a delicious thing has swept away my exhaustion entirely. I’m truly grateful today.”
“Speaking of which, you’ve got pretty deep dark circles under your eyes.”
The Guild Master’s under-eye area bore the kind of heavy, permanent dark circles that came from days of all-nighters—like a lifer middle manager.
“Well, that’s what comes with the work. Ha.”
“Shouldn’t you recover your stamina? I have Stamina Potions if you’d like some.”
The Guild Master shook his head.
“I always carry Stamina Potions, truthfully. But this isn’t something potions can fix. It’s more like… chronic fatigue. The truth is, most of the managers at the Association who handle heavy workloads feel this way, so there’s no need for concern.”
“Hmm.”
Lee Woo-jin understood his condition well enough.
In fact, he empathized deeply.
There had been a time when he’d first joined the Tower Management Bureau in Korea, burning the midnight oil constantly, living with energy drinks glued to his lips.
The image of himself pounding down high-caffeine energy drinks while working overlapped with the Guild Master downing Stamina Potions on the job.
Whenever exhaustion had been particularly brutal, he’d go to a jjimjilbang to rest, and each time his body would feel refreshed afterward.
A jjimjilbang would surely exist here as well.
Lee Woo-jin decided to suggest it to the Guild Master.
“While you’re here, how about we go get a good rest at a bath house?”
“Pardon?”
Lee Woo-jin gestured toward one of the walls.
A simple wooden door hung closed there, and from within emanated a warmth he could distinctly feel.
It was a handmade sauna of Lee Woo-jin’s own design.
“Here, change into these clothes, and this is Sikhye — once you’re inside, sip it slowly while you relax and let the heat soak into you.”
Not entirely sure what he was doing, but trusting the process, the Guild Master nodded.
He changed into an identical white short-sleeved shirt and cotton shorts, picked up the towel and Sikhye, and stepped into the sauna.
Hot, parched air.
With each breath, warmth flooded his lungs, and sweat beaded across his entire body, dripping away steadily.
At first, he wondered if this was some form of torture chamber.
But as time passed, something unexpected happened — his body began to feel lighter, renewed.
It was as if every last impurity was being drawn out of him.
He wiped the sweat trickling down the back of his neck and along his cheeks with the towel.
When he drank the Sikhye Lee Woo-jin had provided, this place seemed nothing short of paradise.
“Ahhhhh.”

When the Guild Master emerged from the sauna, his face bore an expression of such profound satisfaction he looked as though he might achieve enlightenment.
His skin gleamed with a lustrous sheen, and the dark circles that had haunted his eyes had vanished entirely.
“You look remarkably refreshed.”
“Yes, I feel it myself. Ha ha ha ha!”
It was gratifying to see him so pleased.
The Guild Master gazed back at the sauna with a wistful expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah, ha ha! It’s nothing, really. I was just thinking… you must have gone to tremendous trouble to build this.”
Though it hadn’t taken more than half a day, or so it seemed.
Lee Woo-jin realized the Guild Master had taken quite a liking to the sauna.
“Would you like me to build one at the Association? Others could use it as well.”
The Guild Master let out a gasp of surprise.
“You… you really mean it?!”
A Player Farming in the Dragon Lair (Ongoing Serialization)
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