Sanctuary of Forgotten Gods.
[The Bull King, Boss of the 99th Floor of the Black Tower, has witnessed your shrine.]
[Your dead divinity has recovered by 0.2%.]
[Pink Fur of the 99th Floor of the Black Tower has witnessed your shrine.]
[Your dead divinity has recovered by 0.16%.]
[Honeybee No. 103,150 of the 99th Floor of the Black Tower has witnessed your shrine.]
[Your dead divinity has recovered by 0.0002%.]
...
..
.
As usual, the dead gods were restoring their divinity through the morial stones Sejun had built.
Then—
[Your divinity has fully recovered.]
[The divinity of Nak, the God of Spinach, has been resurrected.]
[You are no longer a dead god and cannot remain here.]
[You will return to where you once belonged.]
Nak, the God of Spinach, had restored his divinity.
“Oh! Sejun-nim, thank you! Guys, I’m alive again! See you at the Seed Store HQ—!”
Shouting with excitent to the gods beside him, Nak suddenly vanished—transported to the Seed Store HQ.
And then—
“It’s really possible to co back to life!”
“Praise Sejun-nim!”
“Let’s do our best too!”
The dead gods who witnessed Nak’s resurrection began working hard to prepare offerings for Sejun. They wanted to drink Tri-Grain Wine and quickly recover their divinity so they could return to their friends.
Thus, the Sanctuary of Forgotten Gods bustled with noise after Nak’s revival—
Flash.
“Huh?! I’m back?”
Nak appeared suddenly in the plaza of the Seed Store HQ, looking around to make sure he’d arrived correctly.
At that mont—
“Nak?! Aren’t you Nak, the God of Spinach?!”
Pebblos, the God of Gravel, called out to him.
“Pebblos?! Whoa! It’s good to see you!”
“Yeah! Long ti no see!”
The two embraced, overjoyed to reunite after thousands of years.
Then—
“Nak, what happened? You definitely died.”
“It’s thanks to Sejun-nim. I ca back.”
“What?! Even the Sanctuary of Forgotten Gods isn’t beyond God-Sejun’s grace?!”
As Pebblos listened to Nak’s story—
“God-Sejun? Huh? Nak?!”
“Did soone just say God-Sejun? Wait! It really is Nak!”
Non-combat gods passing by began to gather.
“Everyone, Nak has been revived thanks to God-Sejun!”
“God-Sejun!”
“God-Sejun!”
Only 30 minutes after Mirna’s testimony had ended, cheers resounded again throughout the Seed Store HQ plaza.
***
Piyot. Piyot.
[After hearing Gold’s words, we went to the 72nd Floor of the Golden Tower. There, in an antique shop, we found a transparent orb similar to the one that sealed Gold.]
Sejun was listening to a more detailed explanation from Piyot about what had happened before they fell into the pit.
Piyot. Piyot.
[We took the orb to a safe location and had Yuren touch it. As soon as he did, the orb shattered.]
“And then you fell in imdiately?”
Piyot. Piyot.
[Yes. As soon as Porin, the Black Wave of Destruction and one of Ditto’s Four Heavenly Kings, appeared, a hole opened beneath Yuren, and we both fell!]
“Let’s leave as soon as Yuren finishes eating.”
Piyot!
[Yes!]
Once the conversation ended, Piyot zipped over and landed on Theo’s right front paw.
Piyot?! Piyot?!
[Sir Theo, do you need anything?! Should I fetch so water?!]
Piyot attended to Theo with utmost loyalty.
“Uhehehe. So tasty!”
Yuren, with a beaming face, continued eating with his left paw, making Piyot’s devotion shine even brighter by comparison.
But sothing felt strange...
Sejun suddenly sensed sothing off.
Why did Yuren’s misfortune keep bringing him back here?
Why had he fallen into this place twice in a row?
Yuren was dropping into this place far too often.
Was it because this place was particularly unfortunate for Yuren?
Or... was there another reason?
“There’s definitely another reason.”
Sejun didn’t consider the Kindergarten of Destruction—with its dreadfully ominous na—as a misfortunate place at all.
He, Aileen, their group, and the kids were there. Sure, the children caused a bit(?) of trouble, but overall, it was far from unlucky.
It was peaceful.
At least, that’s what Sejun believed.
In truth, the Kindergarten of Destruction housed 14 potentially world-ending children, Sejun’s rowdy and dangerous family, a haughty dragon, and the Tree of Creation whose roots could literally destroy the world with the slightest movent.
To outsiders, it was one of the most misfortunate places in existence.
That’s why Yuren kept falling there.
As they say, tragedy up close, cody from afar—the residents thought the place was peaceful, but outsiders saw it as extraordinarily dangerous.
Just as Sejun was becoming convinced there must be another reason Yuren kept ending up there—
Crackle.
The air split open.
“Did you think fleeing here would stop from coming after you?!”
A being appeared, seemingly savoring their own misfortune: Porin, the Black Wave, one of the Four Heavenly Kings serving Ditto, the God of Destruction.
Ssshhhhh.
Looking like a boy around 10 years old, Porin appeared, sliding in atop a black watery path like a red carpet.
Sejun and his companions casually observed him.
Because there were plenty in this group who could easily defeat Porin.
Aileen, Theo, Iona, Flamy, Queng, Bat-Bat—and even the 14 children currently enrolled—could all handle Porin without effort.
So when Porin showed up, the group just watched with a “what’s this guy doing?” air.
However—
Heh. These fools are frozen with fear!
Porin completely misread the room.
“I, in my generosity, shall give you the honor of hearing my glorious na! I am one of the Four Heavenly Kings who serve the great Ditto, the God of Destru—huh?!”
Just as he was dramatically introducing himself, his expression froze.
Bloop. Bloop. Bloop.
Dragon Fruit, who had copied Sejun’s skill, was purifying Porin’s black water using the Cleanliness Maintenance skill, turning it into clear water.
“You vile wretch! How dare you defile my black water?! Die!”
Porin, enraged, turned the black water into arrow-like projectiles and hurled them at Dragon Fruit.
“Oh no, you don’t!”
Sejun cherished that fruit—how dare this guy try to break it?!
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Aileen appeared before Dragon Fruit and deflected the attacks.
Having blocked the assault—
Heheheh. Now it’s my turn!
Aileen was about to strike back. As the mighty Black Dragon, she always returned hits at least twofold.
But then—
Oh, right. Sejun’s watching.
Realizing this, she quickly dropped her stance.
To Sejun, she was supposed to embody perfect ladylike restraint. She couldn’t show a violent side here.
“Theo, Vice Chairman, hit him three tis in my place.”
“Puhuhut. Aileen-noona, leave it to Vice Chairman Theo-nya! I’ll hit him as painfully as possible-nya!”
Passing her turn—
WHAM WHAM WHAM!
“Gahhh...!”
Porin was knocked out cold by three solid blows to the back of the head.
“Puhuhut. Porin is now an official Sejun Company employee-nya!”
Stamp.
As Theo stamped a cat paw seal on Porin’s head where the bruises ford—
Heeheehee. Ngh?! Ngh!
[Heehee! How dare you attack my master’s clone?! The mighty Kkamang will punish you!]
Thunk.
Kkamang also headbutted Porin, knocking him out once more.
Amid the chaos—
This is my chance!
Sneak, sneak.
Baektang crept toward Sejun’s lap.
But—
“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut—you can’t!”
Iona, standing guard in Theo’s place, glared daggers at Baektang.
Kkaa..
Once again, Baektang could only gaze longingly at Sejun’s lap from afar.
Monts later—
“We greet our senior Porin!”
“We greet our senior Porin!”
“We greet senior... Porin...”
Under Kkamang Family’s strict ntal training, Porin was marching around giving forced greetings.
Then—
“Good. From now on, call hyung.”
Gold, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, patted Porin’s shoulder with a smug grin.
Hehehe. So this is the taste of power?
Normally, all Four Heavenly Kings were equal in rank except for Corin, the White Lava.
Grit.
Porin clenched his teeth, barely holding back his fury. He wanted to lash out at Gold, but—
Heeheehee. Ngh. Ngh!
[Heehee. The youngest is doing well. As expected of Kkamang’s training!]
“Of course! Mighty Kkamang is amazing!”
Kkiruk!
Sharaang.
...
.
The Kkamang Family was watching from behind.
If Porin defied Gold here, he’d probably have to undergo training all over again.
Nooo! Not that!
The thought alone made him shudder.
As the situation settled—
“Uhehehe. That was a good al.”
Yuren finished eating.
“I know the location of the Four Heavenly King, Violet Lightning Moeli. Let’s go!”
Porin urged the party to move out.
I can’t be the only one who suffers this humiliation!
He was desperate to shed his status as the junior mber.
“Aileen, I’ll take the kids to the Tower real quick.”
“Okay!”
Sejun led the group, including Piyot’s party, back to the Black Tower.
On the way—
They weren’t in a rush, so they walked.
“Wow! A cat!”
“There’s a hamster too!”
“Doggie!”
“A pig!”
“There’s even a turtle!”
Everyone stared at Sejun’s group as they passed through the streets.
At the very back—
Kkaaww...
Didn’t get Sejun-nim’s lap again today...
Baektang trudged behind the group, dejected.
“Here. Take this-nya.”
Theo handed sothing to Baektang.
Kkaawng?
[This is a blanket?]
Baektang tilted his head in confusion.
“That blanket covered Chairman Park’s lap for 100 days. I’m giving it to you-nya!”
Theo revealed the truth.
Kkaaww!
Afraid Theo would take it back, Baektang quickly snatched up the blanket.
“Puhuhut. I’ll give you a Sejun-lap blanket once a year from now on—so be satisfied-nya! If you aim for his lap again, it won’t be fun-nya!”
After warning Baektang, Theo clung back onto Sejun’s lap.
Kkaawng.
Baektang treasured the blanket carefully.
But—
I’ll take it for now.
That doesn’t an I’ve given up.
Baektang’s gaze remained fixed on Sejun’s lap. Truly, the beast who knew no surrender.
***
72nd Floor of the Golden Tower.
“All right, kids. Take care.”
Piyot! Piyot!
[Yes! Please be careful!]
Sejun said goodbye to Piyot’s group.
There’s supposed to be an antique shop here, right?
Since we’re already here, might as well check it out.
“Theo, Vice Chairman, how about it? Feel anything?”
He asked Theo.
“Nya...”
Theo stretched his paw, concentrating.
“Puhuhut. There’s a pull-nya!”
Eyes sparkling, Theo responded.
“Lead the way.”
“Puhuhut. This way-nya!”
Following Theo’s lead, they moved.
Eventually, they arrived at a shabby building.
[Pick-Your-Luck Antique Shop]
A na that practically guaranteed zero good items.
“Why is the shop na like this?”
Sejun clicked his tongue at the sign.
It was like a dirty dog criticizing a dusty one—but he was the only one unaware of the irony.
“Puhuhut. That na sucks-nya!”
“Da yo!”
[Not a great na!]
(“It’s really not great.” – Bat-Bat)
Heeheehee. Ngh!
[Heehee. Our master is the best at naming things!]
None of them realized—they had all beco warped by Sejun’s sense of naming.
“Let’s go in.”
As Sejun opened the door and stepped in with the others, they were imdiately greeted by damp heat, musty mold, and piles of junk stacked to incredible heights.
It looked like nothing more than a dump.
[Antique Gacha]
1 for 0.2 Tower Coins, 3 for 0.5 Tower Coins.
A sign stood beside the junk mountain.
Snore.
Next to the sign, the shop owner was passed out, oblivious to custors, stinking of booze and bad breath.
“Uh... ugh!”
Trying to call the owner over to pay, Sejun recoiled at the stench.
Clink.
So he just left 10,000 Tower Coins on the counter as prepaynt.
“Go ahead. Pick freely.”
And they began the antique gacha.
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