Player Farming in the Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 94

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The Ninth Apostle in the hierarchy: Paimon.
When he arrived at the abandoned Dungeon.
Just as Rabbit had said, Buer was indeed bound in place.
Moreover, Buer claimed that he himself was enslaved by Dark Moon, and that Dark Moon’s master was Lee Woo-jin, an Adventurer who was currently active in the field.
– Lee Woo-jin is a god.
It was hard to believe, yet impossible not to accept.
Dark Moon served him as master, and Buer had confirmed that Lee Woo-jin possessed the Calamity Stone left behind after the First Calamity — the Death Plague — had been annihilated.
To think that Rabbit and Buer had conspired to deceive him together was too wild a fantasy to entertain.
So he chose to accept it.
For now, at least.
‘If Lee Woo-jin is truly a god, then he must have annihilated the Kraken and possess the Calamity Stone as well. I need to confirm that myself.’
While he was turning this over in his mind, Dark Moon appeared and bound his body, then vanished as though her business was concluded.
Not long after, he revealed himself once more.
The Adventurer known as a ‘god’ — Lee Woo-jin.
A black-haired youth with a youthful face.
Seeing Buer suddenly offer a respectful greeting, Paimon followed suit instinctively.
‘This fellow is a god?’
It was hard to believe.
The energy emanating from Lee Woo-jin.
What they called Mana was utterly trivial.
Calling him merely an average Adventurer of the sort you’d see in any Normal Difficulty tower would not have been an overstatement.
Whoosh.
Lee Woo-jin withdrew something from the backpack he was carrying.
Things he had never seen before.
‘Is it a Mage Tool? Ugh, what is this spicy smell?’
Soon after, Lee Woo-jin generated water using a skill.
He filled a pot of appropriate size with water and placed it over what appeared to be a Mage Tool.
He wondered what it could be, but suddenly flames erupted from a place where no Mana could be felt.
In other words, he had ignited the flames through some principle other than Mana.
Though he couldn’t say exactly what it was, even for Paimon, who had lived through long ages, it was something he had never seen before.
While the water was heating, Lee Woo-jin removed the lid from an object labeled Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small) and sprinkled a vivid crimson powder that was included with it.
Again, the spicy smell rose from it.
Presently, he poured the boiling water, covered it with the lid, slightly parted the Wooden Chopsticks, used them to hold down the lid of the Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small), and left it untouched.
“Now we just wait three minutes.”
By his reckoning, Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small) was food, and after three minutes, it would be heated by the boiling water and become ready to eat. Lee Woo-jin was about to give him this food.
Though he couldn’t understand why someone would suddenly appear and offer food, he offered no complaint and simply waited for the three minutes to pass.
Ssshhh.
Three minutes elapsed, and Lee Woo-jin lifted the lid of the Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small). Clouds of white steam rose gently from within.
“Go on, eat.”
Lee Woo-jin handed him the Wooden Chopsticks.
Paimon bowed his head slightly in gratitude, then took hold of the chopsticks.
Glancing to the side, Buer too seemed to be seeing this food for the first time.
His bewilderment was plain to see.
Lee Woo-jin folded the lid of the Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small) in half, then folded it in half again, and unfolded it before handing it over.
“Here, use this as a small plate.”
“……Yes.”
Well, he did as instructed.
But he couldn’t understand using it as a small plate.
Both Paimon and Buer stood there bewildered.
“Let me see that for a moment?”
“Yes.”
Lee Woo-jin took the small plate and Wooden Chopsticks from Buer’s hands, then picked up the noodles from inside the Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small) container and placed them on the small plate.
“There. Try tilting it back and eating.”
Slurp.
Buer swallowed the noodles.
At once, a spicy and salty taste surged across his tongue.
Followed immediately by the faintly spicy broth that remained in the small plate.
“……!!!”
Buer’s eyes widened.
“Wow, this is delicious!”
“Heh heh. Right? This is how you eat it. And that there is kimchi—if you add a piece on top of each bite, it pairs perfectly. Got it?”
“Understood!”
Now that he knew how to eat it, Buer began wolfing down the noodles. Watching him, Paimon swallowed back a silent laugh.
How desperately did he want to look good to resort to such exaggerated reactions?
Normally, he was the type to put on airs about maintaining dignity as an Apostle.
‘Survival leaves no room for pride, it seems.’
Even as he thought this, Paimon himself harbored no love for death. The instinct to survive as long as possible—that was the fundamental desire of any living thing.
After tasting this Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small), Paimon decided to give a reasonably positive reaction, though not quite as over-the-top as Buer’s.
Following the method Lee Woo-jin had shown him, he scooped the noodles into a small dish, tilted it toward his mouth, and ate.
“……Cough-cough-COUGH!!”
What—what kind of brutal flavor was this?!
Paimon coughed violently, as though he’d inhaled the broth.
Lee Woo-jin poured water into a wooden cup and handed it over.
“Drink this.”
Gulp, gulp.
“Th-thank you.”
“It can be spicy, so eat slowly.”
Paimon nodded and returned to his noodles.
This time, he placed some of the spicy kimchi vegetable on top of the noodles before eating, just as instructed.
“Ahhh!”
The flavor drew an involuntary exclamation from him.
Once he’d eaten all the noodles and was about to down the remaining broth in one go, Lee Woo-jin spoke up.
“Hold on a moment. Let me add some rice—it tastes even better mixed in.”
He didn’t know what rice was, but since he was told to wait, he waited.
Lee Woo-jin reached into his Dimensional Storage Backpack and pulled something out.
It was something he’d never seen before—small white grains.
This must be the “rice” he’d mentioned.
Plop.
The rice dropped into the bright red broth remaining in the Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small) container.
The broth seeped into the grains, coating them a vivid scarlet.
He didn’t need to taste it to know—this could only be delicious.
Paimon picked up a piece of kimchi with his wooden chopsticks and placed it atop the rice-broth mixture, then scooped up a large spoonful. Short noodle strands clinging to the broth came up with the rice.
He put it all in his mouth and chewed, his words failing him.
It was incredibly addictive and delicious.
Apostles fundamentally didn’t need to eat to sustain themselves, so they’d never had much interest in food. But when wandering the continent in disguise, they would occasionally sample the region’s famous dishes out of curiosity.
Each time, the feeling was just, “Not bad.” Nothing more than that.
But this was different.
This was genuinely insane.
Munch, munch!
Paimon and Buer devoured the Spicy Beef Cup Ramen (Small), leaving nothing behind.
Not a drop of broth remained.
Of course, they finished the kimchi too.
They even scraped every bit of the kimchi seasoning with their spoons.
.
.
.
Woo-jin smiled warmly watching the Apostles savor the ramen.
After tidying up so no garbage remained in the Dungeon, he pulled out Corn Silk Tea. Once food was stored in a Dimensional Storage Backpack, time essentially stopped for it.
Hot stayed hot.
Cold stayed cold.
“Come, let’s each have a cup of tea for dessert.”
“Thank you!”
Sip.
[Consuming Corn Silk Tea increases Cold Resistance by 10% for 60 minutes.]
[Agility increases by 1 for 60 minutes.]
The fragrant essence of corn infused the tea.
A sense of calm settled over mind and spirit.
The Apostles, too, wore soft smiles, their composure restored.
“Now then, shall we get down to business?”
“……What?”
“Who are you?”
Paimon, who’d been standing dumbly, suddenly went rigid. His mouth fell open in shock.
Until now, he’d never revealed who he was or what his name was.
Paimon hurried to perform a deep bow, speaking urgently.
“I, I am the Ninth-Ranked Apostle, Paimon! It is an honor beyond measure to meet such a great one—eeeek!”
“Ah, I see. You two were friends, then?”
Lee Woo-jin smiled as he spoke.
Paimon and Buer exchanged glances.
Friends? Us?
Had other Apostles heard that, they would have scoffed and laughed.
On the surface, the Apostles could be called allies.
But that bond hadn’t been forged through trust or genuine connection.
It was merely a stepping stone toward the destruction of the world through Calamity.
And toward the goal of ruling over everything that came after.
Besides, when the final curtain fell, only one Apostle could ever claim that glorious throne.
Which meant, ultimately, they were enemies.
“That is…… we…….”
Paimon began to stammer out a response when Buer suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth with a soft smack.
“Ahaha! That’s right, Lee Woo-jin! We Apostles get along just fine. Friends, really! Isn’t that so, Paimon?”
“……Y, yes. That’s correct.”
Paimon found himself agreeing before he could think.
Watching them link arms like that, Lee Woo-jin grinned and nodded knowingly.
“I see. So you came here to visit your friend, then?”
“……Yes!”
Lee Woo-jin scratched his cheek.
They’d come to visit a friend, only to end up trapped alongside him by Dark Moon.
But that didn’t mean he could simply set them free.
What were Apostles, after all?
Dark Moon had told him something about this.
– Apostles are the most powerful among all the demons and monsters that wield Dark Magic.
Demons.
In the end, they were creatures of malice.
If he released them, harm might spread elsewhere.
He would have to keep watching them from the Tower, and only release them when he felt it was safe—or simply keep them bound. One of those two paths was the only choice. Releasing them immediately was not an option.
Then.
Paimon spoke up.
“……May I ask you one question?”
“Go ahead.”
“Are you…… a god, Lee Woo-jin?”
Buer, standing beside him, flinched in surprise and jabbed Paimon in the ribs with his elbow.
But Paimon had no intention of backing down from the question.
He needed to know the answer before moving forward.
“I’m just an ordinary Adventurer, not a god.”
Paimon blinked in confusion and glanced at Buer, then turned back to Lee Woo-jin and opened his mouth again.
“I see. There were rumors going around…….”
“Whatever rumors you’ve heard, they’re a misunderstanding.”
Lee Woo-jin stood up from his seat.
“Well then, I’ll be going. I need to take a bath.”
“Wait, wait! May I ask just one more thing?”
“All right. But just one more.”
Paimon asked carefully.
“Have you…… ever encountered the Kraken?”
“The Kraken? Ah, yes. I caught that not long ago.”
Lee Woo-jin rummaged through his Dimensional Storage Backpack and pulled out what looked like a black jewel.
[Calamity Stone]
– Description: A trace of the Second Calamity, the Great Calamity Kraken.
“…….”
Paimon intuited the truth in that moment.
Lee Woo-jin was a god pretending to be an ordinary Adventurer.
The Player Farming in the Dragon Lair (Serialized)
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