99th Floor of the Black Tower.

–Puhaha! Do you know how hard I worked for our Sejun today? The Fire-Shade Sword, imbued with my power, gave birth to ten Fire Spirits!

Ramter’s statue boomed boastfully.

–Hmph! And how exactly is that supposed to be for Sejun?!

–Only ten?! If I had that kind of item, I’d have popped out a hundred in a day!

–You fools don’t know—creating even ten takes a tremendous amount of power!

–What do you mean we don’t know?! You think you’re better than us?!

–Yeah! You get one gift from Sejun and suddenly think you’re hot stuff?!

The other patriarchs started berating Ramter.

He got armor from Sejun, too.

Jealous bastard!

They masked their jealousy with harsh words.

Lately, this kept happening. Ramter bragged, the others berated him.

–Whatever. Let’s drink.

–Yeah, booze sounds good right now.

They quickly poured drinks to soothe their burning envy, but Sejun’s liquor was running out fast.

***

Boom!

Yuren came crashing down again today.

That had to hurt.

Piyot! Piyot!

[Yuren-nim! Why did you suddenly go a different way alone?! This is why things always blow up!]

“Mohehehe... I’m full now...”

Piyot and Poyo descended after quickly flying after Yuren.

Kawng!

Nyong-nyong!

Bbok-bbok!

Tweet-tweet!

The bodyguards all landed safely as well.

And then—

Rumble...

The calamity Yuren had summoned began revealing itself beyond the dimensional wall.

[The viper that corrupts worlds, escaped from the foundation of reality—Pauta.]

–Shhhk. What a delicious scent... So many tempting morsels out there.

Beyond the gaping hole in the wall, a massive purple snake with enormous eyes flicked its tongue hungrily.

“Ugh! What is that smell?!”

It gave off a revolting stench.

“Kids, hurry! Put on your gas masks!”

Sejun urgently called out to the group.

“Shelter!”

He activated the Shelter skill to protect the children who were napping.

And then—

Where’s Kkamang?

He looked around.

Is he sleeping with the kids?

Unable to find him, Sejun quickly put on his gas mask.

“Nya! Chairman Park, it’s worse than poop! Iona, hurry up and mask up, nya!”

Theo quickly strapped a mask on Iona, then put one on himself.

Queng! Queng!

[This is the worst poop smell I’ve ever smelled, da yo! It’s brutal, da yo!]

Queng also pulled a gas mask from his snack pouch and put it on.

“Iona, parallel world!”

“Kkyut-kkyut-kkyut. Yes. Power of dimensions, heed me...”

At Sejun’s command, Iona activated a spell that isolated Pauta and the team in the same timeline but a different dimension.

This wasn’t the Kindergarten of Destruction—civilians wouldn’t be able to withstand Pauta’s presence. Seeing it would cause mass panic.

The moment this made the news, global chaos would break out. Humanity was powerless before such overwhelming terror.

As the Parallel World spell activated—

Bzzzt.

An invisible dimensional wall was erected, sealing off Sejun’s group and Pauta from Earth.

“Guys, go easy this time.”

Sejun warned Theo and Queng before they rushed in. The parallel world had durability—if they went too hard, the magic could break.

With Sejun’s caution in mind, Theo and Queng...

“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, I’ll be right back, nya!”

Queng!

Boom!

They launched themselves off the ground, flying toward Pauta at high speed.

And—

“Huh? There’s a hole now.”

Squish, squish.

Sejun used his skill Knead to patch the hole in the school roof caused by their takeoff.

At that moment—

[Sweet Potato Field Guardian Park Kkamang has erased the soul of the world-corrupting viper, Pauta.]

[You have gained 27 trillion EXP—50% of what Park Kkamang earned.]

[Level up.]

...

..

.

A message appeared before Sejun.

Thanks to that, he shot up 31 levels, reaching level 328.

“Huh?”

Kkamang did that?

Surprised, Sejun looked up into the sky.

Kihihit. Yip! Yip!

[Heheh! I told you to trust the Great Kkamang! The Great Kkamang handled it!]

He saw Kkamang spiraling down with his tail spinning like a propeller.

Because his underlings had been slow and kept hogging the action...

Next time, the Great Kkamang will take the spotlight!

He’d poured all his stats into flight skill creation.

Now Kkamang’s body was even more fragile than a sunfish—

But he was fearless by nature.

Heheh. Even if it gets bad, my butler will protect me anyway.

He trusted Sejun completely.

[You have created the skill: Light-Speed Tail-Copter (Lv. 2).]

Thus, Kkamang had invented a new flight skill that let him soar through the skies.

As soon as Pauta appeared—

The Great Kkamang will punish you!

Vroooom!

He used Light-Speed Tail-Copter to fly straight up—

Thunk.

And headbutted Pauta.

If it were just Kkamang alone, all stats dumped into flight, he’d have fainted from Pauta’s aura before getting close.

But—

“The Great Kkamang is protected by Sir Umdori! Loyalty Barrier, activate!”

Kkiruk!

Shasharaang!

...

.

Ding!

His twelve underlings activated a barrier that absorbed Pauta’s aura, letting Kkamang get close safely.

Heheh. The Great Kkamang is first!

Having reached Pauta’s mental realm first—

“Who dares enter the great Pauta’s mental domain without fear?!”

“Heheh! If you ask who I am, the noble answer must be given! I am the noble wolf who hunts the ultimate roasted sweet potato jerky! The Great Kkamang! Kneel!”

Chomp!

So thrilled at arriving first, he bit Pauta’s neck way too hard.

Crunch.

“Kh... How disgraceful... To die like this...”

And just like that, the soul of the world-corrupting viper Pauta was utterly annihilated.

“Nooo! The Great Kkamang hasn’t even started mental discipline training! Don’t die!”

Kkamang shook Pauta’s corpse in a panic—

But...

Swoosh...

It had already begun fading. A spilled cup of water could not be unspilled.

Thus, having handled Pauta all by himself—

Yip!

[Butler! Catch the Great Kkamang!]

Kkamang fell—not triumphantly, but very unsteadily.

Because he had dumped all stats into Tail-Copter, the skill duration was extremely short, and °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° his underlings were drained from neutralizing Pauta’s aura.

“Kkamang, don’t worry! I’ll catch you!”

Sejun reassured him and caught him safely.

Then removed his gas mask—

“Ugh! What’s that smell?!”

He was horrified to find the stench coming from himself.

Technically—not from him—

Kihihit. Yip. Yip.

[Heheh. Sorry, Butler. The smell is from the Great Kkamang.]

The reek was from Pauta’s aura, clinging to Kkamang’s fur.

“Cleanse.”

...

.

Sejun immediately cast cleansing magic on both of them—again and again.

“Queng, how’s it now?”

Sniff sniff.

Quheheheh. Queng!

[Hehehe. No more poop smell from Daddy, da yo!]

Finally, Queng gave his stamp of approval.

Then—

“Kkamang, good job.”

He praised Kkamang. Despite the mess, it was true—he had done something commendable.

Kihihit. Yip! Yip!

[Heheh. The Great Kkamang knows! So give me that ultimate roasted sweet potato jerky!]

Kkamang answered proudly, a smug look on his face.

“....”

That smug face annoyed Sejun for some reason. A smug sunfish was just too much.

“Hehehe. Park Kkamang.”

As soon as Sejun used his full name—

Yip?!

Run!

Sensing doom, Kkamang bolted.

“Stop right there!”

Of course, Sejun caught him immediately.

Yip!

[Butler! I apologize!]

As Sejun stretched Kkamang’s cheeks—

Roll roll roll.

A purple orb fell from Kkamang’s snack pouch.

“Huh? What’s this?”

[Azathoth No. 103]

Just like before, it was one of Azathoth’s numbered items.

Kihihit. Yip!

[Heheh. Butler! That guy had a bad temper, but the Great Kkamang educated him well!]

Kkamang proudly boasted of his achievement.

“Yeah. Well done. Here. Have a snack and rest.”

Yip!

[Okay!]

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

Sejun gave him a piece of roasted sweet potato jerky, then looked closely at the orb.

“Is this a seven-star, too?”

[Azathoth No. 103]

Created by Azathoth, the master craftsman who can turn anything into an item.

No. 103 is one of the few that earned his personal approval.

Made from the soul and body of the Poison Spirit Lord Firen, this cloak absorbs and condenses surrounding toxic energy, then unleashes a stronger version to melt everything nearby.

Creator: Azathoth, the master craftsman.

Requirements: All stats over 3.1 million.

Grade: ★★★★★★★

Skills: <Toxin Immunity (Master)>, <Detox (Master)>, <Toxic Devourer (Master)>

“Whoa. These options are insane.”

Sejun admired the cloak.

The Toxin Immunity and Detox were especially tempting.

Not that it mattered—he couldn’t use it anyway.

“Guess I’ll give this to Tier.”

He decided to hand the cloak over to Tier.

Would he like it, though?

Still unsure of how the other leaders would react—

“What should I name this thing?”

He began brainstorming a name better than the current lazy label.

Then—

–What?! You dare rename me?! My name was personally given by Azathoth!

The item protested.

Grrr...

But Kkamang growled once—and the item went quiet.

“Kkamang, good boy. You can have another one.”

Yip! Kihihit. Yip!

[Okay! Heheh! Butler, hurry and name it already!]

Kkamang stuffed the snack into his pouch and looked at Sejun with sparkling eyes.

Purple... Cloak... Poison Spirit Lord... Firen... Toxin Immunity... Detox...

With the Kkamang family staring at him in anticipation, Sejun picked out his keywords.

Then combined them—

“Poison-Immune-Cloaked Seven-Star Firen.”

Yip...

[Um...]

Kkamang tilted his head—unsure if it was a good name or a bad one.

“Huh...”

Kkiruk...

Shararang...

...

.

The Kkamang family had similar mixed reactions.

Then—

[You have attempted to rename Azathoth No. 103 to ‘Poison-Immune-Cloaked Seven-Star Firen’.]

...

.

[Equipping ‘Poison-Immune-Cloaked Seven-Star Firen’ grants +10,000 to all stats.]

[The soul of the extinct Poison Spirit Tribe’s Lord Firen has been revived, replacing the cloak’s ego.]

The Naming Effect triggered, granting the name special power.

[The item gained skills: <Poison Spirit Tribe Basic Magic (Unmeasurable)>, <Poison Spirit Tribe Intermediate Magic (Unmeasurable)>...]

Skills were added to the item.

[You have achieved the great creative feat of reviving the soul of an extinct Poison Spirit Tribe.]

Sejun gained the title Second Father of the Poison Spirit Tribe, +100 divinity, and +1,000 to all stats.

And then—

“Yuren, good job.”

“Puhuhut. Good job, Yuren, nya!”

“Uhehehe. Thank you!”

Sejun and Theo praised Yuren. The calamities Yuren brought had been great for Sejun’s growth lately.

Then—

Buzz.

Sejun’s smartphone rang.

“Hello?”

–Sejun-nim, this is Kim Hyena. Sorry for the late reply. I just finished organizing everything. If you come to the station lobby in 30 minutes, we’ll be ready.

She had called to give Sejun a tour of the broadcasting station.

After the call ended—

“Guys, want to visit the station?”

Piyot asked the party.

Piyot! Piyot!

[Yes! Anywhere Theo-nim goes, we’ll follow!]

“Uhehehe. Sounds great!”

“Mohehehe. As long as Sejun-nim and Yuren-nim are there, I’m in.”

Kawng!

Tweet-tweet!

“Alright. Let’s go together.”

Sejun and the whole group set off for the station.

On the way—

Now’s my chance!

Kawng!

While Theo chatted with Iona and left a gap, Baektang aimed for Sejun’s left knee—the one Theo wasn’t clinging to.

But—

“Puhuhut. Not today, nya!”

Without even turning around, Theo swung his paw like he had eyes on the back of his head.

Thwack.

Kawng...

[Someday, I’ll claim it...]

Once again, Baektang failed to reclaim Sejun’s knee from Theo—struck down from behind.

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