Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 64

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64
The Guild Master arrived at the tower where Lee Woo-jin was, holding the Prophecy of the End.
Upon visiting the 99th Floor directly, Lee Woo-jin was nowhere to be found.
“Guild Master, you’ve arrived meow!”
Patter-patter.
Kkamangi came bounding over.
The Guild Master nodded and accepted the greeting with dignity.
(……) Greetings!
“Ah, hello there.”
No matter how many times I see it, I still can’t get used to it.
The Shadow King, the Doppelganger, is here alongside him.
The Guild Master noticed Kkamangi and the Doppelganger eating something.
A savory yet sweet aroma filled the entire lair.
Though he couldn’t quite place what the smell was, the Guild Master’s mouth was watering uncontrollably.
Gulp.
“By the way, where is Lee Woo-jin?”
“He went to the 60th Floor meow. He’s there to share roasted sweet potatoes and roasted potatoes with Hephaestus meow.”
“He— Hephaestus? How in the world did he manage to get there? No, never mind that. I should go see for myself.”
That was when the Guild Master’s eye caught sight of the Ring of Teleportation.
On a hunch, he saw it was connected to the Manager’s passage and installed in front of the 60th Floor.
It seemed Lee Woo-jin had purchased the Ring of Teleportation with the 10 shop points he’d been given before, and was using it himself.
Technically, this should have warranted revocation of Manager status and disciplinary action, but the Guild Master chose to turn a blind eye. After all, the 10 shop points had been given by Kkamangi not for his own use, but naturally for Lee Woo-jin to use.
Click.
Using the Ring of Teleportation, the Guild Master arrived directly in front of the 60th Floor and peered through the open Manager’s door.
There they were—Lee Woo-jin and Hephaestus, just as he’d hoped to find them.
As the Guild Master entered the 60th Floor, Hephaestus noticed him first, recognized him as the Guild Master, and acknowledged him.
“Welcome, Guild Master.”
“I hope you have been well, Hephaestus.”
“Hello, Guild Master.”
Lee Woo-jin greeted him in turn.
The Guild Master returned the greeting with a bow and a smile.
In Hephaestus’s hands were a roasted sweet potato and a roasted potato—the very ones Kkamangi and the Doppelganger had been eating moments ago.
“Guild Master?”
“……Yes? Ahem! I seem to have been distracted for a moment.”
“But what brings you here, Guild Master?”
Ah, that’s right.
“I came because there is something I wished to discuss with you, Lee Woo-jin.”
“With me?”
“Yes. You may not be aware, but the tower contains entities called Calamities—the sources of ruin. I’m sure Hephaestus is well acquainted with them.”
Hephaestus nodded.
Calamities were calamities in the truest sense. They brought disaster across continents, spread pestilence, and accelerated Erosion in an instant—entities capable of bringing about the world’s end.
“Should those Calamities be revived, the End Times would come upon this world. In truth, it would not be wrong to say the tower was built precisely to prevent those Calamities. Of course, this is conjecture with much Manager bias involved, but in any case, there exists an object that reveals itself when a Calamity revives or stirs. It is this—the Prophecy of the End.”
A book appeared in thin air.
Without any decoration, its cover was a deep purple.
The Guild Master continued.
“Just yesterday, a change occurred in the Prophecy of the End. It had been quiet for quite some time, but suddenly it foretold a Calamity in this manner.”
Whoosh……
“Please wait just a moment. Why is it doing this?”
Whoosh.
Normally the pages would turn with a swift rustle, and
stop at some page, revealing its contents.
As had happened in the bureaucratic meeting, the phrase “The first Calamity shall arrive” should have appeared.
But there was no response whatsoever.
The Guild Master, unable to comprehend what was happening, retrieved the Prophecy of the End and turned it this way and that, struggling to flip through its pages.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t understand—it was just foretelling a Calamity moments ago, so why is it acting like this all of a sudden? The Calamity hasn’t disappeared either, so—ugh!”
The Guild Master forced the pages to turn.
Lee Woo-jin, watching this scene unfold quietly, seemed to have realized something. He reached into his Pocket Dimension Backpack and carefully retrieved something.
Shwip!
Lee Woo-jin held up a single black jewel.
Calamity Stone
– Description: A remnant of the First Calamity, the Death Fungal Colony.
“Could it be because of this?”
The Guild Master stared at the Calamity Stone that Lee Woo-jin produced, his eyes bulging wide.
“H-how on earth did you come to possess such a thing?”
Shock was not limited to the Guild Master alone.
Hephaestus, watching from beside him, stood wide-eyed as well.
“The Calamity Stone!”
Both their gazes converged on Lee Woo-jin.
Lee Woo-jin launched into a rambling explanation of how he’d acquired the Calamity Stone.
“So, on the way to meet you, Hephaestus, I spotted what looked like an oyster mushroom, and it seemed delicious, so I tried to pull it up. It was stubborn, so I used a lot of skills, and eventually the mushroom came right out. But when it broke apart, it turned into this thing called a Calamity Stone.”
“W-what skill did you use, exactly?”
“Soil Leveling?”
“……What do you—”
The Guild Master’s face registered complete bewilderment.
Lee Woo-jin drew out Amwol, or more precisely, showed off Amwol’s spade form.
Hephaestus and the Guild Master startled again, even more violently than before.
Honestly, it was far more shocking than seeing the Calamity Stone itself.
“L-Lee Woo-jin, isn’t that Amwol?”
“Yes. Amwol, say hello.”
– Hmph. As if this one would offer greetings to such insignificant creatures…….
“Amwol, greet them.”
– Greetings. I am Amwol.
“Good.”
Watching Lee Woo-jin command Amwol as if handling a pet, Hephaestus and the Guild Master opened their eyes wider still in disbelief.
What manner of being was Amwol?
Once, a true calamity that had nearly brought entire civilizations to ruin.
According to the rumors they’d heard, the arrogant Amwol had overreached and challenged the station of the divine—a line that should never be crossed—and had nearly been erased from existence.
It was sealed in the Tower for precisely that reason.
In any case, given that Amwol had dared to covet the seat of a god, its power was undeniably formidable—yet they could not fathom how Lee Woo-jin wielded such a demonic blade at all.
Hephaestus found himself regarding Lee Woo-jin anew.
By raw ability scores alone, he was clearly no extraordinary Adventurer, yet the feats he was demonstrating now were unprecedented and legendary—things never seen before and perhaps never to be seen again.
He had brought Amwol under his command.
And he had slain the First Calamity.
Could such things be dismissed as mere luck?
No—absolutely not.
“Ah! So that’s why the Prophecy of the End suddenly fell silent. The First Calamity, which was to herald the Apocalypse, is now dead.”
Lee Woo-jin placed the Calamity Stone back into his Pocket Dimension Backpack.
He also stored Amwol away in the backpack for safekeeping.
“At any rate, enjoy the meal, Hephaestus.”
“Thank you. I’ll eat well.”
Saliva trickled from the corner of Hephaestus’s mouth.
The aroma of the roasted sweet potato was sweet enough to drive one mad.
The roasted potato carried an equally impressive savory fragrance.
“If you need anything more next time, just say so.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Hephaestus felt a growing sense of obligation at merely accepting these gifts. Of course, he still had no intention of granting the officially promised reward for reaching the 60th Floor—an SS-Grade weapon of his own crafting.
Lee Woo-jin would never know this.
But the Tower operated by principles.
And it was the God of Order who held those principles dear.
All Adventurers possessed equal standing and equal rights; no one was to receive preferential treatment.
From the outset, the Tower’s foundation had been that all invited Adventurers began from the same starting line and all accessed the same systems equally.
‘Of course, the God of Order would pay this Adventurer no mind whatsoever.’
Gods were immortal beings.
Hephaestus, who had ascended to the rank of Demi-god, would never perish so long as his soul remained intact—a semi-immortal existence—yet gods transcended even such understanding, true transcendent entities beyond mortal comprehension.
To such beings, a human lifespan of a hundred years was but a fleeting moment, and the birth and collapse of continents were mere repetitions across the eons—trifling matters indeed.
‘Still, one never knows. Perhaps a god will take an interest in this Adventurer.’
If that were to happen.
He would become the first Adventurer to be observed by a god.
He did not know when the great pendulum of destiny would begin to swing, but perhaps this small cog named Lee Woo-jin might move the great mechanism of fate itself.
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Lee Woo-jin returned to the 99th Floor with the Guild Master.
“What? You’re telling me Lee Woo-jin took down a Calamity?”
“That’s what they say.”
Kkamangi’s eyes went wide as saucers, mouth hanging open in shock.
“Thanks to you, Lee Woo-jin, we can finally breathe easy. On behalf of all the Managers, I offer you my sincere gratitude.”
“No, no. It’s I who should be thanking you, always.”
The Guild Master had reached the moment to return to the Administrators’ Guild.
He’d achieved his original purpose—informing Lee Woo-jin of the contents written in the Prophecy of the End—and with the first Calamity dead, the problem was solved. There was no reason left to linger in the tower.
……But!
“Well then, I should be going.”
Even as he said this, the Guild Master’s gaze kept drifting down to the roasted sweet potato peels and roasted potato peels scattered on the ground.
Gulp.
“Wait, Guild Master. One moment, please.”
“Yes?”
“I’m not sure if it’ll suit your taste, but please take these with you.”
Lee Woo-jin tore a section from the Shin Ramyun box and rolled a roasted sweet potato and a roasted potato individually in the paper, wrapping them the way one would wrap a sweet potato in newspaper.
Only then did a beaming smile bloom across the Guild Master’s face.
“Ha ha ha ha! What in the world is this!”
“Try it, and if you like it, I’ll wrap some up for you again next time.”
“Thank you so much, Lee Woo-jin!”
The Guild Master, having taken the roasted sweet potato and roasted potato to go, clutched them to his chest as though he’d received a precious treasure, exchanged farewells with Lee Woo-jin, Kkamangi, and Doppelganger, and returned to the Guild.
A Player Farming in the Dragon Lair (Serial)
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