Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 90

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90
It had been fifty days since Lee Woo-jin arrived at the Tower.
Today was the day he was heading out.
“Did I get everything?”
Lee Woo-jin gathered all the crops he had planted and harvested in one place. He was planning to take them all home and stock the refrigerator.
Let’s see what we have.
Potatoes.
Sweet potatoes.
Cherry tomatoes.
Carrots.
Lettuce.
Perilla leaves.
Green onions.
Onions.
Garlic.
Rice.
Soybeans.
Corn.
The variety was quite extensive.
Naturally, the volume was substantial because of it.
He’d already trimmed it down as much as he could, but it still took up the space of an entire refrigerator.
For a family of three, it looked like an enormous amount.
Yet when he broke each variety into smaller portions, none were that abundant individually.
For instance—ten potatoes, ten sweet potatoes, that sort of thing.
Besides, Kim Mi-sook had large hands; once she prepared a side dish, it would vanish in an instant.
‘There’s also what I manage to bring home from here.’
Every time he went back to the house, he’d clean out the refrigerator entirely, so it only seemed fair to replenish it like this.
And this time, there was a major gift—doenjang and ganjang.
The doenjang was packed into a small Lock & Lock Container, and the ganjang had been transferred into a glass bottle the size of a soda bottle.
“Mm. Good, I’ve got everything.”
He stuffed all the items into his Subspace Backpack at once.
Everything vanished in an instant. The Subspace Backpack was the best.
“All right, I’m heading out. Keep the place safe while I’m gone.”
(……) Nod.
He was about to head down to the 90th Floor, where the Stone of Wishes lay, when Kkamangi padded along after him. Normally on outings, the creature would wave its front paws in farewell and then lounge around in the Dragon Lair—what was going on today?
Looking closer, the creature had a purpose.
“Woo-jin, I’d like to visit this place called Korea too, meow.”
Whether out of boredom being stuck in the Tower or genuine curiosity about Korea, Kkamangi was asking to come along.
“I don’t mind, but can you even go?”
“I’m not sure about that, meow. I just thought I’d ask, meow.”
Then.
[The God of Order says that if you wish, you may take the Manager along on your outing.]
“Really?”
“What’s wrong, meow?”
“The God of Order says you can come with me.”
Kkamangi’s eyes sparkled at those words.
Not sure where the God of Order was watching from, Kkamangi nonetheless bowed deeply toward the ceiling.
“Thank you, meow! Thank you so much, meow!”
Lee Woo-jin let out a soft laugh.
“Come on, let’s get to the 90th Floor quickly.”
“Yes, meow!”
Two sets of Teleportation Rings that he’d received from the Treasure Goblin.
He’d left one set in front of the Manager’s door on the 90th Floor.
Whoosh!
Lee Woo-jin and Kkamangi stepped through the Teleportation Ring and arrived at the 90th Floor’s door, and as they stood before the Stone of Wishes, their bodies flashed brilliantly in a pure white light.
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“Is this the place called Korea where you live, meow?”
“Yeah. What do you think?”
“It’s amazing, meow. The buildings are so huge, meow!”
The entrance to the Apartment Complex.
A cluster of tall apartment buildings stood in neat rows.
Kkamangi craned his neck upward, taking in the sight of the structures.
“Is this where the nobles live, meow?”
“If anything, commoners make up the majority here. And there’s no concept of nobility in this place.”
Lee Woo-jin shrugged and walked toward Building 101.
He reached for the keypad to punch in the security code.
“Woo-jin! There are cat-folk living here too, meow!”
Spotting a stray cat in the Apartment Complex, he chirped with excitement. He had found a fellow cat just like himself in this place!
Woo-jin watched quietly as it unfolded.
Kkamangi bounded toward the stray in delight, but the stray flinched and tried to bolt.
Then Kkamangi meowed something—mew, mew, mew—and the stray stopped fleeing, settling down in that bread-loaf sitting pose. Kkamangi trotted back to Woo-jin.
“What did you say to it?”
“I told it I was just visiting and had no intention of encroaching on its territory, meow.”
“Ah, I see.”
Cats are territorial animals.
He’d seen videos of them getting tense and fighting when another cat entered their domain.
Still, it was remarkable that they could actually communicate.
Or was that just natural, since they were both cats?
Either way.
They took the elevator up to the tenth floor.
He opened the door to Unit 1001 and stepped inside.
Click.
“Mom, I’m home!”
Kim Mi-sook, who had been sitting on the sofa watching television, rose at the sound of her son’s voice and headed toward the entrance.
“Oh ho! My son is here! I was waiting for you—goodness! Where did this cat come from?”
“Say hello. This is the cat I’ve been living with on the first floor of the tower. His name is Kkamangi.”
“Nice to meet you, meow! The name’s Kkamangi, meow!”
He raised one front paw in a greeting.
The sight jogged Kim Mi-sook’s memory, and she clapped her hands together with delight.
“So you’re the Kkamangi from that photo! Ho ho ho. And you can actually talk?”
“Yep, he’s no ordinary cat. But what’s that smell?”
Sniff, sniff.
A sweet, salty aroma wafted through the apartment.
Woo-jin headed to the kitchen and saw something simmering on the stove.
“You said you were coming, so I made Braised Short Ribs.”
“Mmm.”
He lifted the lid slightly and found an abundance of meaty short ribs glistening with a rich brown sauce.
[The God of Adventure wants me to wrap up these Braised Short Ribs…]
[The God of Dominion is dragging the God of Adventure away.]
He’d have to take some back later so Kkamangi could at least taste them.
In any case, Woo-jin made his way to the dining table and sat down.
Clatter.
He pulled out the thin, flat Stone Bowl that Kkamangi used from his Subspace Backpack and handed it to Kim Mi-sook.
“Please serve Kkamangi in this bowl.”
“Can a cat eat human food?”
“Yeah, he’s no ordinary cat.”
“That’s right, meow! I’m a Manager, meow!”
Not entirely sure what that meant, but since her son said it was fine, she simply portioned out rice into the bowl and set it down.
She added Braised Short Ribs alongside the rice.
This morning’s meal was simple.
White rice, Braised Short Ribs, and kimchi.
Yet no one could call it a meager spread—it was a feast worthy of the finest table.
He picked up a short rib with his hand, sucked the tender meat clean off the bone,
and ate it with a spoonful of rice. When things got a bit rich, he’d have a piece of kimchi to balance it—there was nothing quite like it.
“I’ve been dying for this. Mm-mm.”
Woo-jin even licked his fingers clean.
“Woo-jin.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to try some kimchi too, meow.”
“Oh, I didn’t give you any on purpose. How much should I give you?”
“Give me ten pieces, meow.”
Kim Mi-sook laughed at the absurdity of a cat asking for kimchi, and used her chopsticks to place some in Kkamangi’s rice bowl.
Only then did Kkamangi begin to eat.
“Meow, meooow! Heavenly taste, meow!”
After tasting the braised short ribs, Kkamangi reeled from the shock and began devouring them with abandon.
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After finishing a delicious breakfast,
Lee Woo-jin and Kkamangi cleaned up neatly, then he withdrew the crops from his Subspace Backpack.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Potatoes, sweet potatoes, and everything else besides.
Finally came the Lock & Lock container holding doenjang and a dark glass bottle filled with ganjang.
“What’s this?”
“Doenjang and ganjang.”
“Did you buy it at the market? The ganjang is in a bottle.”
“I made it myself.”
At Woo-jin’s words, Kim Mi-sook’s eyes went wide with disbelief. He’d made doenjang and ganjang with his own hands?
Of course, the fact that he’d harvested so many crops in the first place was hard to believe, but the Tower—being such an unusual space—was surreal in the way television depicted it, so she could suspend her skepticism.
Things like crops growing faster than normal, that sort of thing.
But making doenjang and ganjang was an entirely different matter.
“You’re telling me you fermented soybean blocks from scratch? You actually did that?”
“Of course. The internet these days is incredibly helpful.”
“My goodness, what a world.”
She examined the doenjang and ganjang more carefully.
Even at a glance, their texture was different from the mass-produced versions sold in stores.
The doenjang was thick and rich with aroma.
She tasted a small spoonful with a spoon, and it was far more savory than the MSG-laden factory taste, with deeper umami as well.
The ganjang was no different.
Compared to the everyday and dark soy sauces she used at home, the quality was just as good, if not better, and the flavor was more intense.
“Try some yourself. If you like it, I’ll make more and bring it next time.”
“Ha, thank you. It’s really remarkable, though.”
Her son had never possessed any manual skill to speak of.
Even when he cooked, he only managed instant ramen or fried eggs, but now he’d grown capable of making doenjang and ganjang.
The Tower really is a wondrous place.
“Maybe I should try going to the Tower too? I have time on my hands, and it would be nice to tend a garden on the first floor of the Normal Tower, don’t you think? Ha-ha-ha.”
“You’re not on the first floor of the Normal Tower, meow. You’re on the 99th floor of Mythic Difficulty…”
Woo-jin hastily covered Kkamangi’s mouth.
“Huh? What do you mean by that?”
“Ha-ha! It’s nothing. And Mom, not everyone can go to the Tower.”
After all, entering the Tower required an invitation.
And if his mother actually awakened and became capable of entering the Tower, that would be problematic.
If she found out he was on the 99th floor of the Mythic Tower rather than the first floor of the Normal Tower, she would worry herself sick.
“Right, I hear you have to do something called an Awakening. And apparently the odds are extremely low.”
Woo-jin nodded vigorously.
Kim Mi-sook spoke as she organized the crops.
“Are you heading out right now?”
“Yeah, I had something to buy, so I’ll pick that up and head back to the Tower.”
“All right, there are side dishes in the refrigerator—take them with you.”
“Will do.”
He opened the refrigerator door and carefully removed several Lock & Lock containers.
“Right—can I take the leftover braised short ribs? I have other companions in the Tower. I want to give each of them a taste.”
[The God of Adventure cheers!]
“You mean that doppelgänger friend?”
“Ah, yeah. Him, and also…… several others.”
“Several others? The photos and videos you showed me only had Kkamangi and the doppelgänger.”
Woo-jin cleared his throat awkwardly.
“They’re in another space.”
“I see. Next time you visit, bring them along. We can have a meal together and introduce ourselves properly—it’d be nice. Tell them their friend Woo-jin asks for their good graces. Ha-ha-ha.”
Kim Mi-sook had no idea that the family she lived with were gods.
A Player Farming in the Dragon Lair (Serialized)
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