Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 38

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38
Crack!
In the darkness, a portal opened.
An elderly man emerged slowly from the rift between dimensions.
He moved with difficulty, leaning on a cane, and his identity became clear—he was the Association President.
Whoosh.
The Association President stood in the Manager Corridor.
Before the door to the 99th Floor of the Mythic Difficulty Tower.
But something seemed off.
There was a hole beside the door—where had that come from?
The Association President leaned slightly toward the opening to peer through.
What he saw was…….
‘That one must be an Adventurer.’
A man presumed to be an adventurer was eating something.
But there was a problem: Kkamangi was with him.
Managers are beings who oversee the Tower and assist Adventurers in climbing it without incident. Naturally, they must not provide benefits to any particular Adventurer, and should such favoritism be discovered, they forfeit their position as Manager.
That was the rule.
Of course, Managers did not reveal themselves directly to Adventurers.
But the Association President had no intention of scolding Kkamangi over that. What mattered now was understanding why the Erosion Hourglass had stopped—and perhaps the answer lay with this Adventurer. He had come in person to investigate.
The clue might well be found here.
But what on earth was that, and why was he eating it with such relish?
Munch, munch, munch!
Smack, smack, smack!
“Really delicious! French Fries are the best!”
(…….) Nod, nod!
That was when it happened.
The Association President’s cane slipped from under him.
“Oof!”
He didn’t fall, thankfully, but the loud sound reached Lee Woojin’s ears, and their eyes met.
* * *
“Y-you’re the Association President?!”
Hearing the title, Lee Woojin immediately recognized the old man’s identity—the head of the Manager Association to which Kkamangi belonged.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Woojin stepped forward and helped the Association President steady himself.
“Th-thank you.”
“W-what brings you to this place?”
“Ahem. I saw the report that Kkamangi submitted and grew concerned, so I came to investigate.”
Kkamangi was visibly unsettled at being seen with an Adventurer—a Manager appearing before an Adventurer was against protocol.
“Not at all. I hope we haven’t disturbed your meal.”
“Not at all! Say, would you like to join us?”
“This is……?”
“French Fries. They’re salty and delicious. Kkamangi, could you help me out?”
“Of course!”
Woojin retrieved a square stone for the Association President to sit on. As the Association President noticed Woojin carrying a Manager Backpack, he swallowed hard and looked at Kkamangi.
Kkamangi wore an expression of resignation, as though accepting his fate. The Association President too recognized this was no trivial matter, but decided not to make an issue of it here and now.
But Kkamangi, was it?
Did that Adventurer give him this name?
“Come, sit down and eat with us.”
“Thank you…….”
Woojin picked up a French Fry and handed it to the Association President. The moment the Association President took it, a notification appeared.
[French Fries]
– Rank: C
– Effects
– Taste Bonus +30%
– Upon consumption: All Resistances +5 for 60 minutes
– Description: Fried potatoes made from Tower Resistance Potatoes. Eating them temporarily increases your Resistances.
“……?!”
The Association President’s eyes went wide.
All Resistances increased by 5 for 60 minutes from simply eating them?
Without hesitation, the Association President took a bite of the French Fries.
[Consuming French Fries increases all resistances by 5 for 60 minutes.]
This is real!!
And furthermore.
‘G-gold, potatoes taste this good?!’
The Association President had lived for countless ages and sampled the finest delicacies across every continent. Yet a simple fried potato tasted better to him than all of them combined.
“C-could I have just a bit more?”
“Of course. Help yourself to as much as you’d like.”
Munch-munch, chomp-chomp!
The Association President forgot entirely why he’d come here, devouring the French Fries with reckless abandon. Woojin smiled warmly, suggested to the children that they join in, and so the French Fries party continued.
.
.
.
Gulp.
“Ahh. That was delicious.”
(…….) Satisfied!
“Hehe. To receive such a precious meal—I’m truly grateful.”
“Not at all. You’ve come all this way as our guest; of course we should treat you well.”
The Association President was marveling inwardly.
He had instinctively recognized that the adventurer wasn’t offering food out of calculation or hope for favor because of his position—
It was given with a pure heart.
‘How can an adventurer possess such character?’
Adventurers climbing the tower naturally grew selfish—it was inevitable. Not wrong, exactly. It was the consequence of countless necessary choices to survive, and nothing mattered more than one’s own life.
Still, that aside.
‘He’s actually farming?!’
At a glance, the plot had to be at least a thousand square feet.
And it wasn’t just one type of crop—there were several varieties. He’d been living here long enough for all of it to grow this far.
Curiosity stirred in the Association President.
“But I understand the 99th Floor is the dwelling of the God of Dominion. To be frank, when I read the reports, I thought you must have been destroyed by him. Yet here you are, farming away—it’s remarkable that you’re alive at all.”
In short: How are you still alive?
Woojin answered immediately.
“The God of Dominion gave me permission.”
“P-permission?”
“Yes. He said I could use this room.”
“Gasp!”
Even hearing it, the words seemed impossible to believe.
The God of Dominion.
The God of Dominion.
What manner of being was he?
Cold, ruthless, and merciless—famous for it.
The other gods were terrifying too, but the God of Dominion was feared above all others.
And that God of Dominion said such a thing?
Just then.
[The God of Adventure says the meal was delicious and returns the plate.]
Woojin received the wooden plate.
It appeared in the air with a pop!
The Association President blinked, staring at it.
“What’s the matter?”
“That wooden plate simply appeared in thin air—I couldn’t help but be startled.”
“Ah, I see. I shared some French Fries with the gods as well. They’ve finished eating and returned the plate.”
“……?”
The Association President stood there motionless, as though malfunctioning, unable to process what he’d heard.
“The gods……?”
“Yes. The God of Adventure, the God of Order, and the God of Dominion. Three of them in total.”
Shock!
Astonishment!
“H-how—how is it possible? The Constellations are watching over you? But that makes no sense—!”
Even if Woojin was in the Mythic Difficulty Tower, he hadn’t climbed legitimately from the first floor; he was merely a level 1 anomaly who’d appeared on the 99th Floor by some error.
There was no reason whatsoever for the Constellations to watch such a person.
‘But if what he’s saying is true……?’
Pieces of the puzzle were falling into place.
Three hundred years had passed, and the hour of reckoning had arrived.
The Constellations had promised to reveal themselves at the temple and watch over the lower world to confirm the achievements of the adventurers.
Yet not a single Constellation had appeared, leaving everyone baffled—
‘If this adventurer had been under observation all along, everything makes sense!’
The Association President pulled out the Telescope of Observer Perception to verify the truth.
[Telescope of Observer Perception]
– Grade: S
– Effect: After designating a specific adventurer and looking up at the sky through the telescope, you can identify all Observers watching over that adventurer.
The Association President’s hands trembled slightly.
[Designating Lee Woojin as the subject.]
[Observing Observers.]
“Ah—ahhhh!”
And then.
The Association President could see it.
Three brilliant Constellations gleaming in the sky.
The presence of actual Constellations.
The Association President planted his Cane firmly on the ground and immediately performed a deep bow.
“I pay my respects to the great Constellations!”
Woojin remained still.
The Association President continued prostrating himself.
[The God of Dominion has risen and asks you to tell him to go about his business.]
“Ah… yes.”
Woojin did as instructed.
He tapped the Association President’s back lightly with his finger.
“Association President, the God of Dominion says you may rise now. And he wants you to go about your business.”
“Is—is that truly so?”
“Yes.”
The Association President realized Woojin wasn’t lying.
After tidying his disheveled robes, the Association President slowly stood, clasped his hands together toward the sky one more time in salute, and released a sigh of relief.
“There is much I wish to ask, but it would be best to withdraw for now. It would be presumptuous of me to intrude while the Constellations are present.”
[The God of Adventure says: Shouldn’t we give Woojin some sort of gift before we go?]
Woojin chose not to relay that remark to the Association President.
Glance.
The Association President’s eyes drifted toward the Doppelganger.
It had been bothering him all along.
He’d been suppressing many questions, but he couldn’t resist the curiosity about that Doppelganger’s existence.
“Lee Woojin.”
“Yes?”
“That shadow-like creature there—is it not the Doppelganger from the 98th Floor?”
“That’s right.”
(……) A greeting!
“But—how is it here? And it appears to be following you, if I’m not mistaken?”
“Well, I made a contract with it.”
“A—a contract?!”
“Yes.”
The Association President immediately went to the 98th Floor to verify the scene in person.
Indeed, there was no Doppelganger on the 98th Floor.
‘W—wait. Could the Erosion Hourglass stopping mean…!’
The 98th Floor of the Mythic Difficulty Tower.
Because he had subjugated the Doppelganger, the lord of that floor.
Woojin explained the circumstances.
‘Being Level 1 is what allowed him to subjugate the Doppelganger? This—such fortune actually exists!’
The Association President chose to overlook the fact that Kkamangi had guided Woojin to the 98th Floor and that an adventurer was wearing a Manager Backpack.
What mattered to him now was far beyond such trivial concerns.
The Erosion Hourglass had stopped.
The Constellations had begun their activities at the temple.
And at the center of all of it stood an adventurer named Lee Woojin.
“Kkamangi—no, Kkamangi!”
Grab!
The Association President seized Kkamangi’s front paws and spoke.
“Lee Woojin must be treated with the utmost care!!!”
Without fail!
Farming in Dragon Lair (Serialized)
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