Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 92

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“What on earth is this?”
Lee Woo-jin gazed at the black jewel in his palm—a Calamity Stone, according to whatever had just announced itself.
He’d been wondering whether to cook the octopus he’d just hooked or throw it back when it suddenly transformed into the stone.
“W-wait, that thing was a Calamity?!”
Kkamangi yelped and bounced in place, eyes wide as saucers, staring at the Calamity Stone Lee Woo-jin had just pulled from the water as if it were impossible to believe.
Lee Woo-jin slipped the Calamity Stone into his Pocket Dimension Backpack and smacked his lips in disappointment.
“Ah, so close. If it’d been a bigger octopus, I’d have blanched it and eaten it right then and there.”
“Woo-jin, you just defeated a Calamity! Why are you being so halfhearted about it?”
“I thought I had dinner on the line. The seawater got a bit murky, so I figured maybe the octopus had released ink, but that wasn’t it. Shame.”
[The God of Adventure chuckles at your words and says that could very well be the case.]
[The God of Fate says that ever since you defeated the Death Bacterium before, they’ve been unsure whether to call your nature extraordinary or merely callous.]
He continued fishing and managed to catch two rockfish and one mackerel.
Lee Woo-jin’s Fishing skill rose from Level 3 to Level 4.
“Ahh, that was good.”
Since both the rockfish and mackerel were well over forty-five centimeters, he’d grilled all three and eaten his fill—plenty to be satisfied. He’d need to eat dinner late tonight, but he didn’t mind.
“My belly’s full.”
(……) Agreed.
Kkamangi sprawled flat on his back with his belly exposed to the sky. There was a reason the old saying went that a cat’s luck ran eight-eighths.
That’s when Lee Woo-jin spotted the green chili field.
He’d harvested seeds from peppers he’d found in the Hard Difficulty tower some time ago and planted them here; they’d grown to near full maturity.
Not long ago, the field had been covered in small white blossoms.
Now, where each flower had bloomed, slender green chilies hung heavy.
Where the tiny petals had fallen, plump, verdant fruits had formed in their place.
‘I should harvest about half of them now.’
If he picked them while still green and stored them in his Pocket Dimension Backpack, he could pull out crisp, fresh green chilies whenever he wanted.
If he left them on the vine, they’d continue to ripen and turn a deep crimson red. Those he’d have to dry, grind with a millstone, and turn into chili powder.
Lee Woo-jin carefully grasped the stem of one green chili.
He gave it a gentle twist so as not to damage the plant.
Click.
The pepper came free into his hand with a satisfying snap.
[You have harvested a Tower Immunity Green Chili.]
[Your Harvesting Proficiency (Lv. 7) rises slightly.]
He brought the first chili to his nose; the fresh, grassy scent mingled with a subtle peppery bite.
It would taste delicious dipped in sauce alone.
Or paired with grilled meat—there was no question about that.
Lee Woo-jin pulled a wooden basket from his Pocket Dimension Backpack.
“Kkamangi, come help me harvest these.”
(……) Nod!
“From here to here—we’re only taking the first half of the field. The rest need to ripen red.”
Kkamangi rolled over from his sprawl and padded over lazily.
“Aren’t peppers supposed to be red originally?”
“No. They start out green, and turn red as they ripen.”
“So everything we ate before was already ripe?”
“Right. We call the green ones green chilies and the ripe ones red chilies. Green chilies are crispy and fragrant.”
Kkamangi crept closer and leaned in to sniff the pepper Lee Woo-jin had just picked.
Sniff, sniff.
“This one doesn’t smell very spicy.”
True enough.
Red chilies did grow a bit hotter, but even then they were mild compared to cayenne peppers.
‘Heh heh. But the options on these are still nice.’
[Tower Immunity Green Chili]
– Grade: C
– Effects
– Upon consumption, permanently grant +0.01% resistance to all Status Ailments
– Description: A Tower green chili cultivated by someone. Eating it should provide a slight boost to your resistance against Status Ailments.
Status Ailments included poisoning, freezing, burning, and the like.
The Immunity Green Chili seemed to pair well with the Resistance Potato, which also raised defenses.
“Harvest, harvest!”
[You have harvested a Tower Immunity Green Chili.]
[Tower Immunity Green Chili to…….]
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Gulp.
Rabbit was enjoying a moment of relative peace in his office. He was calming himself in body and spirit, sipping his favorite warm Carrot Leaf Tea.
“Squeak-squeak. It’s so calming, it is.”
Ordinarily, between calamities and apostles and everything else—
—Rabbit would have been struggling to maintain his comfort within an unstable hierarchy of power. But now, he had largely let it go.
Just recently.
A shift in his heart had occurred ever since meeting Buer in the Abandoned Dungeon.
Buer had said the adventurer Lee Woo-jin was likely actually a god.
He possessed Amwol.
He had slain the first calamity—the Death Bacterium.
That was something no ordinary adventurer could ever accomplish.
An overwhelmingly vast difference in power.
It was like a force of nature—there was no fighting it.
Struggling was futile.
Strangely, the thought brought him peace.
He had wondered whether to tell the apostles, but decided against it. They would never believe him easily, and the ambitions they had harbored across all these ages would not be broken by a single word from Rabbit.
Instead, he would be branded a traitor or a turncoat, stripped of his position as the Disaster Cult’s leader. Worse, they would likely have him executed on the spot.
There was a saying: keep your head down, and you’ll survive.
Rabbit would simply continue as he had been—going through the motions, biding his time.
“Squeak-squeak-squeak. Besides, I already gave a bribe to Lee Woo-jin, I did.”
The treasure goblin who had visited not long ago.
The treasure goblin had come seeking the Ring of Teleportation.
Originally, Rabbit had no intention of releasing the Ring of Teleportation to him, but upon hearing it was for Lee Woo-jin, he released two of them.
One as a gift from the treasure goblin to Lee Woo-jin.
And the other as a gift from Rabbit to Lee Woo-jin—two in total.
‘That treasure goblin. You did make it clear to Lee Woo-jin that mine was a gift, didn’t you?’
In business, trust is everything.
The treasure goblin knew this better than anyone.
He had never broken his word before, so Rabbit entrusted him without hesitation, but still—it would be reassuring to confirm it somehow.
‘Perhaps I should visit and pay my respects…….’
But how would he even find the location?
He had considered waiting indefinitely at the Abandoned Dungeon.
But if Rabbit continued to absent himself from the Disaster Cult, its affairs would grind to a halt.
Since he bore responsibility for any problems that arose, he could not afford to do that.
And then it happened.
Crackle!
A dimensional gate opened in the Disaster Cult Office.
Rabbit, who had been leisurely sipping his Carrot Leaf Tea, straightened up in surprise.
Only an apostle would arrive so abruptly.
Sure enough.
What appeared before him was an apostle.
Apostle, rank nine.
Paimon.
“P-Paimon! You’ve arrived, you have!”
Paimon settled onto the sofa across from him.
Rabbit leapt up, retrieved the magical kettle from atop the office desk, pulled out a fresh teacup, and poured Carrot Leaf Tea.
“Hmph. I don’t drink this garbage.”
“……Yes, sir.”
In truth, only Rabbit in the Disaster Cult had a taste for Carrot Leaf Tea. Still, he offered it anyway—he knew that refusing to serve tea would have earned him a rebuke just the same.
“So, is there perhaps some task you wish me to undertake, sir?”
Paimon settled into an arrogant posture, crossing his legs.
He planted his feet on the low table beside the sofa where the tea sat, and spoke with a bitter smile.
“The time has come.”
“……The time, you say?”
“You fool! How can a so-called leader be this dull? A calamity has been born!”
“Squeak, squeak!”
It was common knowledge that Paimon had been steadily working for ages to summon the “Second Calamity, the Great Calamity Kraken.”
And not just Paimon.
The other Apostles were each pursuing the descent of their own calamities.
But now, at last, one had appeared in the world.
Rabbit applauded.
“Congratulations, chirp! May I ask when the Kraken was born, chirp?”
“Not long ago. By now, it’s probably somewhere in the Sea devouring every living creature it encounters.”
The Kraken.
A colossal octopus.
A great calamity of the Sea said to coil in the deepest reaches of the abyss, lashing tentacles lined with suckers to sink ships crossing the Continent in an instant and drown their crews beneath the waves.
From this moment forward, the Sea would become a realm of death that could not be entered or left without the Kraken’s permission.
That was why Paimon had come unannounced, bearing himself with even greater arrogance than usual.
An Apostle who had birthed a calamity.
Such an achievement could never be dismissed.
Of course, even if Paimon had done nothing, the calamity would have inevitably appeared by natural process, though he had certainly hastened its coming.
“Heh. Check the Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy. I’m curious.”
“At once, chirp!”
Rabbit sprang from his chair.
He bounded over and retrieved a single volume from the bookshelf.
An SS-Grade item.
The Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy.
A tome and artifact treated as sacred scripture by the Disaster Cult.
Whenever a calamity is born or begins its true work, the “Apocalypse” draws near, and so the prophecy is written with details of that calamity.
Flip-flip-flip.
Rabbit began turning the pages of the Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy rapidly.
Paimon watched with a satisfied expression.
Perhaps at some point the pages would stop turning, and when they did, text would appear.
Slap.
“……?”
He had flipped all the way to the end of the book, but no page had stopped anywhere.
Rabbit was bewildered, and Paimon was bewildered too.
“You fool! Were you flipping through it carelessly?”
“S-Sorry, chirp. I’ll try again, chirp.”
In truth, the prophecy should have worked even with careless flipping, but they decided to assume some error had occurred and try once more.
But.
Slap.
The Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy revealed nothing.
A Player Farming in Dragon Rare (Serialized)
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