Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 93

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93
“…….”
“…….”
Silence settled over the room.
What on earth was happening?
Rabbit and Paimon wore expressions of complete bewilderment.
Whoosh!
Paimon snatched up the Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy.
Flip-flip-flip-flip-flip!
This time, Paimon turned through every single page from beginning to end with their own hands.
The result was identical.
“This is absurd! It can’t be!”
Paimon had seen it clearly with their own eyes.
The descent of the Calamity Kraken.
Not yet fully grown, smaller in size, but the devastation it would unleash would be catastrophic.
So what was the problem?
Paimon’s gaze fixed on the Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy.
“This thing is completely defective!”
“No, no, that’s not it! As you can see, this is a perfectly legitimate item!”
[Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy]
– Grade: SS
– Description: Reveals the cause of any approaching calamity.
Rabbit’s words were indeed correct.
The System was absolute and immutable.
Therefore, the information written here could be trusted unconditionally.
Which meant there was only one possible conclusion.
The Calamity Kraken was no longer the source of the calamity.
“I’ll go verify it myself!”
Pop!
Paimon immediately transported to the Continental Sea.
Searching for the Kraken in the vast Continental Sea, as endless as an ocean, might seem like finding a needle in a desert, but Paimon had their ways.
‘There’s no way I wouldn’t sense it.’
The enormous Dark Magic Power radiating from the Calamity Kraken.
The seawater where the Kraken dwelt would be murky and turbid.
As if an octopus had released its ink, pitch black.
Moreover, one would feel the vast volume of Dark Magic Power.
Swivel, swivel!
Paimon turned their head this way and that, unfurling their Energy Sensing.
But something was wrong.
“This is strange! Why can’t I sense it!”
The Continental Sea was pristine—completely untainted.
Traces of Dark Magic Power were scattered here and there, but only at the level one would detect anywhere across the continent.
For roughly two hours, Paimon roamed the Continental Sea, spreading their Energy Sensing in search of any trace of the Kraken, yet found nothing anywhere.
They even visited the Altar, but the Kraken was nowhere to be seen.
Pop!
Paimon returned to Rabbit’s office.
Seeing Rabbit dozing peacefully, Paimon burst out in frustration.
“Here I am breaking my back, and the Apostle sleeps like there’s not a care in the world!”
Paimon brought a palm down hard on the desk—Bang!—and Rabbit jolted awake.
Eyes wide as saucers, Rabbit stared at Paimon in shock.
“P-Paimon! You’ve returned?”
“Give me that Book of Apocalyptic Prophecy again.”
“Right here.”
Flip-flip-flip.
The cause of the calamity still did not appear on the page.
A deep sigh rose from Paimon’s chest. For centuries they had worked tirelessly toward the Kraken’s revival, and now it had vanished without a trace.
Rabbit kept their head bowed, watching Paimon’s mood carefully.
Better not to let any of Paimon’s anger spill over onto themselves.
Then, unexpectedly, Rabbit recalled words spoken by Buer, the tenth Apostle.
– The First Calamity, the Death Plague, perished and became a Calamity Stone. Lee Woo-jin possessed it. He showed it to me, in fact.
It was a fact Buer had uncovered: the Death Plague had been destroyed by Lee Woo-jin.
Then could it be that Lee Woo-jin was responsible for this incident as well?
It wasn’t an unreasonable suspicion.
Lee Woo-jin was a deity commanding Amwol himself.
If he so desired, slaying the Calamity Kraken would be nothing to him.
‘The question is whether to report this to Paimon or not…….’
Well, never mind.
Let me just tell him and see what happens.
“Paimon, I have something to report.”
“What is it!”
“This is something I haven’t mentioned to the other apostles, but recently a deity has appeared in the Tower and has been intervening directly.”
“……What?”
A deity would be the absolute sovereign of the Tower.
The Constellations, were they not?
They were truly absolute beings.
No matter how strong the apostles grew, no matter what calamities they called forth to bring about the end times, they were powerless before divinity.
Yet the apostles had been able to pursue the world’s destruction so openly because they believed deities did not directly interfere with the affairs of the Mortal Realm.
In the past, just as with Amwol, apostles who had directly challenged their authority in hopes of becoming deities themselves had their power stripped away and been sealed—but the accepted doctrine held that so long as one did not oppose the gods themselves, the deities would not intervene in whatever occurred in the Mortal Realm.
Yet now a deity was directly intervening?
“Is, is what you’re saying true?”
“It is certain. That deity released Amwol’s seal and made him his subordinate, and destroyed the First Calamity, the Death Plague.”
“……!!!”
Paimon was taken aback.
There was no helping it.
If what Rabbit said was true, then certainly only a deity possessed such power.
But precisely because of that, it was all the harder to believe.
“Where’s your evidence?”
“That is…….”
“According to what you’re saying, this so-called deity seems intent on destroying the apostles and calamities who aim to bring about the world’s end, so why am I and the other apostles still alive and well? That doesn’t make sense in itself, does it?”
Paimon’s objection had merit.
It would be simple enough to just obliterate all the Calamity Cult members dreaming of the calamity’s descent and resurrection, as well as all the apostles.
Wait for the calamity to appear, then go and deal with it?
That would be inefficient.
“In the first place, how do you even know this?”
“That is…….”
Rabbit laid out everything that had happened thus far.
How Amwol had appeared in the Abandoned Dungeon, which was owned by the high-ranking witch Eldora.
How Buer, having heard that Amwol served an Adventurer named Lee Woo-jin as his master, went to the Abandoned Dungeon to verify the facts but was subdued by Amwol and held captive there.
“……So I went to the Abandoned Dungeon myself to confirm, and indeed, Manager Buer was being held there.”
Paimon rose to his feet upon hearing Rabbit’s account.
“I’ll go verify it myself.”
* * *
“Ahh, that was delicious.”
Woo-jin had caught fish by fishing in the Continental Sea that afternoon, grilled them, and eaten dinner somewhat later than usual.
He hadn’t prepared anything special for the evening meal.
Just cooked rice, and for side dishes brought from home: beef japchae made by Kim Mi-suk, zucchini stir-fry, potato stir-fry with carrots, squid salted intestines, and so on.
Yet it had been delicious nonetheless.
Especially the beef japchae—it was coated generously with fragrant sesame oil, making it an excellent side for rice.
And if you took a spoonful of rice and placed one generous piece of squid salted intestines on top, it was nothing short of paradise.
As he was about to clean up,
– Squeak. (Let the master rest.)
– Squeak! (We’ll handle the cleanup!)
The Dungeon Rat, who had eaten the potato stir-fry with particular relish,
was grinning with a belly now plump and round.
Woo-jin let out an amused chuckle.
“Then I’ll leave it to you.”
(……) Nod.
Just as he was thinking that once the children finished cleaning up they should all bathe together, he pulled out his smartphone to organize his photos, when a message suddenly appeared before his eyes.
[Someone has infiltrated the dungeon.]
Who had come calling this time?
Lee Woo-jin ignored the message, but Amwol emerged and spoke.
– Master, let me go check it out.
“I’d appreciate that. Oh, and even if they’re hostile, just bind them like last time. Don’t kill them.”
– Understood.
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.
Whoosh.
Amwol cut straight through the Administrator Passage toward the Abandoned Dungeon.
Amwol’s Energy Sensing picked up two massive Dark Magic auras. Both were similar in strength.
From this, it was possible to infer that the visitor was an Apostle, and Amwol’s inference proved correct.
Paimon stood beside Buer, who lay bound.
The two of them turned their attention toward Amwol as he approached.
Paimon’s eyes went wide as saucers.
“Amwol!”
– Binding.
Crash!
Shackles and manacles made of Dark Magic materialized.
Paimon was slammed hard against the wall, his hands and feet bound tight before he could even resist.
“Ugh!”
– Hah, tired of learning, aren’t you? Back again.
– You lot have no capacity for learning at all, do you?
Whoosh.
Amwol turned back the way he’d come, as if there was nothing more to see here.
* * *
– Master, I’ve tidied things up.
“Thanks. But who came?”
– The same Apostle as before.
– Based on the information I have, the one who showed up this time is an Apostle named Paimon, ranked ninth in the hierarchy.
I see.
Lee Woo-jin thanked him for his work and stored Amwol in his Sub-space Backpack.
Now that he thought about it, he’d given Buer a few Cherry Tomatoes last time but hadn’t provided any food since then.
Slip.
The children were busy cleaning up.
Lee Woo-jin decided to make a quick trip to the Abandoned Dungeon.
He headed for the Administrator Passage and arrived at the Abandoned Dungeon without much delay.
Thump.
He landed on the floor of the cave-like dungeon through a small opening.
Lee Woo-jin could see Buer and his new friend bound side by side.
“Lee Woo-jin, sir! You’ve arrived!”
“L-Lee Woo-jin, sir, hello.”
Buer bowed with his head pressed to the ground.
Paimon, the unfamiliar Apostle, apparently having heard something about this, followed Buer’s lead and prostrated himself.
“Hello. You’ve been well, I hope?”
“Yes! And p-please, speak to us informally!”
“M-me too! Please speak to us informally!”
Lee Woo-jin scratched his cheek.
Seeing them speak so formally while he continued to use honorifics would only make things awkward, so he decided to switch to informal speech.
“Sure.”
“Thank you!”
“Hold on just a minute.”
With that, Lee Woo-jin sat down on the ground and pulled out a Gas Burner, an Aluminum Pot, a small Yukgaejang Cup Ramen, wooden chopsticks, and Kimjang Kimchi from his Sub-space Backpack.
“……?”
Naturally, Buer and Paimon had no idea what these things were, so they simply watched in silence.
Farming in the Dragon Lair (Serialized)
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