Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 88

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Meanwhile, at that very moment.
The Calamity Cult’s administrative office.
A single rabbit paced back and forth through the room in agitated circles.
“Squeak. What do I do, squeak squeak…….”
The Abandoned Dungeon.
There, bound within those depths, dwelt the tenth-ranked Apostle: Buer.
Buer had made a stunning declaration.
That Lee Woo-jin’s true identity was divine.
The evidence, he claimed:
One. Dark Moon’s seal had been broken.
Two. Dark Moon now served Lee Woo-jin as her master.
It was, admittedly, a logical argument.
Rabbit already knew the fact well enough—that Dark Moon had once challenged the gods and been stripped of her power as punishment for her arrogance.
But.
Could only a god truly break such a seal?
The gods had never shown much interest in the Tower’s affairs.
Had they cared deeply, they would have intervened far more dramatically.
For instance, they might have stepped in when Dark Moon once nearly brought the continent to ruin, or when the Calamity Cult and the Apostles worked to destroy the World Tree and gather Dark Magic Power.
Yet the gods did not intervene.
They showed no sign of doing so.
Only once, the story went, when Dark Moon attempted to challenge the gods’ authority directly—did the gods reveal themselves not at all, as far as the records indicated.
Which meant.
If Dark Moon had sworn never again to challenge the gods’ dominion, and then contracted with someone to break her seal, wasn’t it reasonable that the gods would have no cause to interfere?
Perhaps Buer was simply making a fuss over nothing.
Perhaps Rabbit, too, was letting himself be swept up in that panic.
‘Stay calm and composed, squeak.’
One misstep in allegiance meant death was never far away.
Buer had apparently made his choice to abandon the Apostles’ ranks and attach himself firmly to this Adventurer called Lee Woo-jin, but Rabbit remained torn.
Because Rabbit was the cult leader of the Calamity Cult.
He was actively aiding the calamities and Apostles bent on destroying the world.
If the calamities and Apostles combined their strength, none could stand against them—save the gods themselves. Not even Dark Moon could.
Rabbit had earned the loyalty of the Apostles and gained their trust. To abandon them now and switch sides to Lee Woo-jin, following Buer’s lead, would be an extraordinarily dangerous gamble.
Moreover, Rabbit had never even met Lee Woo-jin.
It was likely that Lee Woo-jin didn’t even know Rabbit existed.
Yet to turn completely away from Lee Woo-jin was equally daunting.
Rabbit wanted to keep a foot in both camps.
In case Lee Woo-jin truly was divine, he wished to earn his favor.
“But how does one gain favor, squeak…….”
As his sighs grew deeper.
A knock sounded at the office door.
— Your Eminence, you have a visitor.
“Who’s come calling, squeak?”
— The Treasure Goblin, sir.
“Squeak? Show him in.”
— At once!
The Treasure Goblin was a legendary Traveling Merchant well known even to Rabbit—a merchant who had roamed the continent far and wide for ages, buying and selling goods of extraordinary value.
Yet no one dared dismiss the Treasure Goblin.
One could not afford to.
The wares he sold were formidable, certainly.
But as a Traveling Merchant, he had cultivated a vast network—connections with nothing less than the continent’s greatest powers, built on relationships of trust.
The Treasure Goblin himself was weak, but the wealth and connections he possessed protected him and rendered him impossible to ignore.
In any case.
Creak.
The door opened and the Treasure Goblin revealed himself.
“Treasure Goblin, it’s been far too long, squeak!”
“Kek. How have you been, leader?”
“May I offer you tea?”
“No need. I have something to discuss with you, kek.”
“Something to discuss? Then speak, squeak.”
The Treasure Goblin pulled out an item and displayed it.
A circular ring.
It was a premium item that Rabbit knew well.
“Isn’t that a Teleportation Ring, squeak?”
“It is. I need one more of these, squeak.”
The Teleportation Ring was an S-Grade Item.
S-Grade meant exceedingly rare, difficult to obtain.
But the Teleportation Ring possessed value beyond even S-Grade.
Originally, Teleportation Rings were not items released into general circulation.
To craft a single Teleportation Ring, a high-ranking witch had to pour her heart into it for at least three months, combining all manner of expensive materials—and even then, success was never guaranteed.
And even so, was crafting it always successful?
No. The success rate was thirty percent.
In other words, the failure rate was a staggering seventy percent.
A typical S-Grade Item was worth somewhere between one hundred thousand and three hundred thousand Coins.
A Teleportation Ring?
It was no exaggeration to say that even a million Coins wouldn’t be enough to acquire one.
In fact, they couldn’t be obtained simply by offering Coins.
These were distributed mainly to executives of the Calamity Cult, or to the Administrator Association as a means of building goodwill between the organizations.
There had been one instance where the Treasure Goblin had sold a set to curry favor, but selling more than one set was difficult.
“Treasure Goblin, didn’t I tell you when I handed over that Teleportation Ring before? That I’d only sell exactly one set?”
“I know, squeak. But I’m asking you anyway, squeak.”
“I suppose I need to hear your reason. I’ll decide whether to sell based on your answer, squeak.”
The Treasure Goblin decided to be forthright.
“There’s an Adventurer named Lee Woo-jin, and he wanted a Teleportation Ring, squeak. I want to make a good impression on him, squeak.”
The moment the name ‘Lee Woo-jin’ left the Treasure Goblin’s lips, Rabbit jumped in surprise.
“Squeak, squeak?! Did you just say Lee Woo-jin, squeak?”
“Squeak? Do you know Lee Woo-jin?”
“I do, squeak!”
Rabbit’s mind began spinning at full speed.
This was a golden opportunity. A chance to make Lee Woo-jin know his name!
Whoosh!
Rabbit dashed toward the bookshelf beside his office desk.
He stretched out a foreleg at the right side of the three-tiered shelf and heard a soft ‘click’, and the bookshelf swung open to reveal the opposite side.
It was a hidden secret door.
Rabbit darted inside with a ‘whoosh!’ and after some rummaging sounds, he emerged carrying a set of Teleportation Rings.
“Take this, squeak!”
“Surprisingly cooperative. How many Coins are you selling them for, squeak?”
“Free, squeak! But there’s a condition, squeak! You have to tell Lee Woo-jin that ‘Rabbit’ is giving him this gift, squeak!”
The Treasure Goblin shook his head.
“That won’t work, squeak. I have something I want to obtain from Lee Woo-jin, squeak. If you take credit like that, I’d just be a mere courier of the Teleportation Ring. Then I couldn’t get what I want from Lee Woo-jin, squeak.”
Each had their own position to defend.
After a moment’s deliberation, Rabbit returned to the secret space beyond the bookshelf.
Crash and clatter!
Rabbit emerged at once.
He was carrying another set of Teleportation Rings.
“There, that works, doesn’t it, squeak? One set I’m giving you for free, and the other set you buy at full price, squeak!”
“Squeak, that condition satisfies me. How much should I pay?”
“One million Coins, no haggling, squeak.”
Thunk!
He set down both sets of Teleportation Rings on the table before the office sofa. The Treasure Goblin set down a bundle of Coins in return.
Both parties’ interests were satisfied.
The Treasure Goblin took the two sets of Teleportation Rings, and Rabbit took the one million Coins.
What really mattered, though, wasn’t the one million Coins.
Rabbit pressed the point home.
“You absolutely must tell Lee Woo-jin that this is a gift from Rabbit, squeak!”
“Squeak. Don’t worry. Don’t you already know well why I’ve been active all this time, squeak?”
With those words, the Treasure Goblin left the Calamity Cult.
* * *
Lee Woo-jin remained on Tower Floor 48 without leaving.
Hiss.
Olive oil and sugar were caramelizing in the pan.
Once the syrup was ready, I began stir-frying the sweet potato pieces—cut bite-sized—with a wooden spatula.
Sizzle.
Scrape-scrape.
I’d run out of Sweet Potato Candy and figured I’d make a fresh batch.
And while I was at it, give the Treasure Goblin something to look forward to.
Two birds with one stone, really.
[You have crafted Sweet Potato Candy using Cooking.]
[Cooking Lv. 7’s proficiency increases slightly.]
[You have acquired Cooking Lv. 8.]
[Sweet Potato Candy]
– Grade: B
– Effects
– Taste Bonus +50%
– Upon consumption: Permanently increases Strength +0.2
– Upon consumption: Increases Strength 10 for 60 minutes
– Description: Sweet Potato Candy crafted from Tower-blessed strength sweet potatoes. Eating it makes you feel strength surging through your body.
“Nice.”
Good call staying behind to make the Sweet Potato Candy.
Not only did I raise my Cooking skill level, but as a result, the grade of the Sweet Potato Candy climbed a tier higher.
Then.
Crack-boom!
A gleaming golden carriage materialized where the flag marker stood.
The Treasure Goblin had returned.
“Kekulk! Adventurer, you didn’t leave after all!”
“Yeah, that was fast.”
“Indeed—ke, kekulk! That! Is that Sweet Potato Candy!!!”
The Treasure Goblin came rushing over in excitement.
“That’s right! Adventurer, I’ve brought the Teleportation Rings you asked for. Kekulk! I purchased one myself, and the other is a gift from Rabbit, kekulk!”
“Rabbit?”
“The leader of the Calamity Cult, kekulk!”
I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but the point was I’d just acquired two more sets of Teleportation Rings.
That brought Lee Woo-jin’s total to four sets.
“Thanks.”
“S-so, this Sweet Potato Candy… I can eat it, right? Kekulk?”
“Of course. I was making it for you anyway.”
Whether the Treasure Goblin brought back the Teleportation Rings or not, I’d planned to make the Sweet Potato Candy for him either way.
“It’s still hot though. Let it cool down before you eat.”
“Understood, kekulk.”
I handed the Treasure Goblin a wooden fork.
The Treasure Goblin swallowed hard, then stabbed a single Sweet Potato Candy with the wooden fork.
Translucent honey-like syrup dripped steadily from it.
Slowly, the Treasure Goblin brought the Sweet Potato Candy to his mouth.
And then.
Sweetness bloomed across his tongue.
Softness.
Warmth.
The happiest moment of the Treasure Goblin’s entire life.
A Player Farming in Dragon Rare (Serialized)
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