Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 80

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The Calamity Cult’s leader, Rabbit.
Cold sweat dripped down his face.
“Squeak, squeak…….”
He had arrived at the Apostles’ Altar.
In the center of an immense circular plaza stood the tenth-ranked Apostle, looking down at Rabbit.
“You are certain there is not a shred of falsehood in what you have told me?”
“Y-yes, I believe so, squeak. According to what I was told, the Demonic Sword An-wol has taken an adventurer named Lee Woo-jin as her master, squeak.”
Rabbit recalled what had transpired not long ago when Eldora had visited to reclaim ownership of the Abandoned Dungeon.
An-wol had appeared and driven Eldora out of the Abandoned Dungeon.
It did trouble him somewhat that her outward form was not a sword but rather a shovel (?), yet when he considered the testimony that the Magic Circles had been obliterated all at once, it did not seem to be a lie.
Destroying Magic Circles drawn by a high-ranking witch in a single stroke was not something anyone could do. Rabbit certainly could not, and he doubted the Apostles could either.
Therefore, the shovel that Eldora had encountered must certainly be An-wol. This was clearly a crucial turning point for the Calamity Cult and its future course of action, so he decided to report it to an Apostle.
However, if he informed all the Apostles of this matter, he and Eldora could not guarantee their lives, so he disclosed it only to Buer, the Apostle with the lowest rank.
“Ha! An-wol became nothing but an adventurer’s subordinate? You expect me to believe that?”
“And did you not say that the First Calamity has appeared? Then what is the meaning of this? I sense no power emanating from the Tower at all.”
Rabbit flinched.
The phrase 【The First Calamity shall come to pass.】 had indeed appeared in the Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy. When Rabbit spoke of this fact, Buer refused to believe him.
“Then how do you explain this?”
“The Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy you showed me makes no mention of any calamity whatsoever!”
That too was the truth.
The Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy said nothing.
It had been the same when he checked it together with Eldora before, and at the time he had simply accepted it without much thought, but now that he considered it, what this implied was that either a calamity that would immediately bring harm to the world had already come to pass, or none was destined to arrive.
“I, I have spoken only the truth, squeak. How could I dare to lie about something so grave, squeak…….”
“Silence. I do not wish to hear it.”
“Rabbit, until now I have placed unwavering faith in your words because you seemed capable, but you have grown arrogant and now speak nothing but lies.”
“Enough of this. I shall go and verify it myself!”
“You mean to say that you yourself will investigate, Lord Buer?”
“Indeed! I shall go to this Abandoned Dungeon myself. According to your account, should not this adventurer Lee Woo-jin appear, or whoever is impersonating An-wol?”
“If no one appears, I shall execute you and this witch Eldora with my own hands.”
Execute! Execution!
“Lord Buer! Please, I beg you to reconsider, squeak! I shall ask Eldora myself once more to verify, squeak!”
“If you move that mouth of yours even once more, I shall execute you right here and now.”
“Gulp!”
Rabbit slapped his front paw over his mouth with a sharp smack.
And the tenth-ranked Apostle, Buer, vanished from sight.
He had set off for the Abandoned Dungeon.
* * *
Morning of the forty-seventh day since arriving at the Tower.
Woo-jin lay sprawled on the floor, a towel serving as a pillow beneath his head.
Some time had passed since he had eaten breakfast.
He retrieved the down Sleeping Bag that he had hand-washed with soap the day before and left to dry in the sun, and checked its condition—it had become fluffy and fresh as new.
“Excellent. The Laundry Soap really does come through.”
“It smells so good, meow!”
“Doesn’t it?”
“I want my box washed too, meow.”
Kkamangi had been using the box that once held a small Yuk Gae Jang Cup Ramyeon as a plaything and a bed whenever he felt like it.
“That one would get soggy in water. We can’t use it anymore.”
“Oh, is that so, meow?”
“Want a new box?”
At those words, Kkamangi’s eyes sparkled.
Every time he went out, he bought Yuk Gae Jang Cup Ramyeon and Shin Ramyeon, so naturally there were boxes to spare.
“This time I’ll give you a Shin Ramyeon Box. This one’s a bit bigger than the Yuk Gae Jang Cup Ramyeon box.”
He placed it side by side next to the Yuk Gae Jang Cup Ramyeon box.
The front still bore the ramen packaging design printed on it, which looked somewhat amusing, but Kkamangi seemed quite pleased with it.
“I have two boxes now, meow!”
The Doppelganger watched quietly.
Now that he thought about it, this one managed fine without a separate Sleeping Bag or box.
Whenever resting, he always sat in a stiff, disciplined posture like a private soldier, staring blankly straight ahead. Woo-jin had thought about giving him a Sleeping Bag too, but the Doppelganger refused, saying it was unnecessary, so he didn’t make arrangements for it.
That posture must be more comfortable for him.
At that moment.
[Someone has infiltrated the dungeon.]
“Huh?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone else came to the dungeon.”
“Is that witch back again?”
“Seems like it.”
Lee Woo-jin summoned An-wol.
“An-wol, someone’s come to the dungeon again. Could you go check it out? I think it might be that witch from last time.”
– What?! After I let her off once, she dares come back?
– Master, this time I’ll make certain to finish her!
“No, don’t. She might’ve just forgotten something. Don’t kill her—just talk some sense into her like last time and send her on her way.”
– Sigh. Master, you’re far too soft.
– They are our enemies.
– I believe we should cut them out at the root.
“Still, I won’t have you kill her. Just tie her up then. I’ll go talk to her myself.”
– Understood!
Whoosh!
An-wol took flight and soared toward the Manager’s passageway.
While that was happening, Lee Woo-jin decided to harvest the corn.
The corn seeds he’d planted on the forty-third day.
Though only four days had passed, the stalks had already grown taller than a man’s waist.
He approached one plant for a closer look.
Plump corn ears hung heavily from the stalk.
The long silks stretching from the top had dried to a deep brown.
It looked almost identical to the corn at harvest time he’d seen in books.
When the silks dried brown and the kernels inside the husk plumped up fully, that was the time to harvest.
【If pressing a kernel with your fingernail produces elasticity, doesn’t spring back, dents slightly while releasing a bit of moisture, you know it’s harvest-ready.】
Following the method for testing whether kernels were ripe, he pressed one and found it elastic, with a faint hint of moisture releasing from the slight indentation.
There was nothing more to confirm.
He began harvesting at once.
[You have harvested Tower’s Agile Corn.]
[Harvesting Lv. 7’s proficiency increases.]
[Experience has increased from cultivating Tower’s Agile Corn.]
[Tower’s Agile Corn]
– Grade: C
– Effect
– Upon consumption: Permanently increases Agility +0.01
– Description: Tower corn cultivated by someone. Eating it seems to raise your Agility.
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Boom!
[You have entered the Abandoned Dungeon.]
Upon entering the dungeon, Buer immediately deployed Energy Sense to check if anyone was inside, but nothing existed there.
Not even a single monster.
Truly an abandoned place.
‘An-wol is here? Hmph.’
Still nothing.
Buer decided to wait a bit longer.
Eldora had said she’d encountered An-wol while stationed here.
The fact that An-wol existed here made no sense whatsoever.
‘The seal couldn’t have been broken.’
This was a truth known only to the Apostles.
Long ago, An-wol challenged the seat of the divine, suffered a catastrophic defeat, and was sealed somewhere within a Mythic Difficulty tower.
For the seal to break, she would have had to form a contract with someone.
Yet those conditions were extraordinarily harsh.
Not Normal, not Hard, not Hell.
An adventurer had to reach the Mythic Difficulty tower, where even the Apostles could not easily move about.
‘Which means Lee Woo-jin is an adventurer who has climbed to Mythic Difficulty.’
It doesn’t make sense.
The Apostles had been monitoring Hell Grade Adventurers constantly.
But there was no Adventurer capable of crossing from Hell Grade into Mythic Grade.
In the first place, no one had ever cleared beyond the 60th floor of Hell Grade.
Most crucially, there were currently no Adventurers in Hell Grade whatsoever.
All of them had been wiped out.
Only small fry remained in Hard Grade.
They were beneath notice.
‘An Adventurer appearing in Mythic Grade is impossible. Which means An-wol breaking her Seal and awakening is also impossible — utterly impossible!’
Buer decided to wait just a little longer in the Abandoned Dungeon before heading to the Calamity Cult to execute Rabbit, the cult leader, as an example. The leader’s seat would be vacant, but he could simply appoint someone suitable to fill it.
“As expected, I sense nothing at all. This should be sufficient. Time to return…….”
At that moment.
A tremendous aura bore down toward him at terrible speed.
He detected a vast presence hurtling toward this location.
Buer quickly deployed a barrier to brace for the impending impact.
Yet nothing happened. Before his eyes hovered a black-tinged shovel, humming softly.
But Buer’s eyes trembled violently.
Though its form was that of a shovel, he recognized in an instant what it truly was: the Demon Blade An-wol.
— What is this.
— So you weren’t a witch, just some piddling Apostle.
“……An-wol, how did you break free from your Seal?”
— I have no intention of idle conversation with you.
— Bind.
A deafening crack echoed through the space.
Shackles of dark magic materialized, binding Buer’s hands and feet securely as they slammed him against the wall.
— Ordinarily I would have killed you outright, but my master ordered me to let you live.
— Should we meet again, mind your conduct.
— Your life hangs in my master’s hands.
With those words, An-wol vanished.
Buer understood.
There had been no falsehood in Rabbit’s report.
The ‘master’ An-wol spoke of was Lee Woo-jin, the mysterious Adventurer.
‘But there was no Adventurer named Lee Woo-jin in Hell Grade. Furthermore, no one had even cleared the 60th floor, much less reached the 100th.’
He began fitting the impossible puzzle together in his mind.
One possibility emerged to Buer’s thoughts.
And the realization that it might be the answer sent tremors through his frame.
‘Could it be — could Lee Woo-jin actually be—’
The very being who had sealed An-wol.
A god.
Dragon Rare Farmer (Serialization)
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