Chapter 468: Chapter 468
“Sejun~nim, thank you for the meal. This is the seventh time in my life I’ve eaten this much! I will never forget this kindness!”
“This is my third time. I will never forget this kindness!”
“For me, it’s my first time…”
While Bayon and his subordinates, who had eaten their fill of samgyeopsal, bowed and expressed their gratitude to Sejun,
[Due to the effect of , all stats have increased by 2.]
[Your soul is filled with satisfaction from the outpouring of praise.]
[Mental Strength has increased by 8.]
‘Hehehe. This is great.’
[Hehe. Butler, swallow it!]
This will make you a little stronger!
Blackie placed a purified fragment of Violet’s core into Sejun’s mouth and
Pressed it down with his front paw.
The core fragment smoothly slid down Sejun’s throat.
Normally, mixing two different core fragments would be disastrous, but,
The core of Fenrir, the noble wolf who hunts gods, had the ability to devour any kind of energy.
After feeding Sejun the core fragment,
Blackie nestled on Sejun’s chest.
Hehe. Butler’s heart is beating well today too.
Listening to Sejun’s heartbeat, Blackie fell back asleep.
Thus, as everyone slept peacefully through the dawn,
“If we don’t sell all the tickets by tomorrow, we’ll be out of time!”
Mason and Jeras were selling the Harvest Festival tickets on every floor using the distribution network of the Wandering Merchant Association.
“Puhuhut. Sell each ticket for 100 million Tower Coins, meow! And I’ll give Mason 10,000 Tower Coins commsion for each one you sell, meow!”
Although the profit split was 99.99% to 0.01%, the ticket price was so high that the wage was still substantial.
On top of that, being able to exclusively sell tickets to the Harvest Festival, where the great Black Dragon was participating, would significantly boost the reputation of the Wandering Merchant Association.
It was a highly profitable deal.
And so, throughout the night, residents who bought the Harvest Festival tickets sold by the Wandering Merchants began climbing the tower to attend the festival.
Sejun woke up from his sleep.
[Fenrir’s core fragment devours 0.003% of Violet’s power.]
[0.002% of power is absorbed into Fenrir’s core fragment.]
[Fenrir’s power accumulates in your body, reaching 0.0149%.]
Was this Blackie’s doing again?
“Good job, you little rascal.”
Sejun patted Blackie’s bottom, who was sleeping on his chest.
Though his chest was wet with drool, Sejun decided to let it go since Blackie had done something commendable.
Blackie chuckled in his sleep as Sejun patted him.
While listening to Blackie’s laughter, Sejun checked the next message.
[Cleaning, the God of Cleanliness, teaches you the skill – Maintain Cleanliness Lv. 1 to repay your kindness.]
Sejun blinked and reviewed the skill.
“…Maintain Cleanliness?”
Sejun rubbed his eyes and checked the skill.
[Maintain Cleanliness Lv. 1]
– Cleans the area within a 10cm radius around the hand using the skill.
So it keeps the area around your hands clean?
Sejun picked up Blackie, who was drooling in his sleep on his chest.
“Maintain Cleanliness.”
He used the skill on his drool-soaked shirt.
In an instant, the shirt was spotless.
Even Blackie’s faint musky smell was gone.
“Oh! This is nice! Maintain Cleanliness. Maintain Cleanliness.”
Sejun began using the skill, focusing on the primary sources of dirt—Blackie and Theo.
Well done, Cleaning~nim. 5 points.
Sejun generously rated the excellent life skill as he even used Maintain Cleanliness to wash his face.
He marked the date on the wall and started the 445th day morning.
As he stepped outside,
They’re here again, huh.
He saw temporary structures near the Grape Altar.
The Raccoon Tribe, that followed the Harvest Festival and set up markets, had returned.
“But the scale’s pretty big this time?”
Previously, there were only five stalls, but now, at a glance, there were over 20.
It was thanks to the increased scale of the harvest festival.
As Sejun walked slowly toward the market,
“Hurry up! Customers will be swarming soon!”
Emil, the elder of the raccoon tribe, was seen giving instructions to the raccoons.
The foxes licked their lips as they eyed the Raccoons hungrily.
The foxes of the Silver Tower, Red Tower, and Brown Tower had been fed by Sejun, but the rest of the foxes had gone hungry all night and were now starving.
This could turn into a problem.
As Sejun was thinking about how to handle the situation,
Cuengi, who had enjoyed a great night’s sleep, ran up to Sejun and greeted him happily.
At Cuengi’s appearance, the foxes quickly scattered and hid.
Because they had seen Bayon being beaten nearly to death by Cuengi yesterday.
“Oh! Cuengi~nim, good morning! Did you sleep well?”
Bayon, who had been beaten nearly to death yesterday due to his weak-to-strong and strong-to-weak act, hurried over to Cuengi, trying to act friendly as he greeted him.
“Of course! I slept well too! As expected, we red-furred ones have a connection!”
Bayon extended his front paw to Cuengi, waiting for a high-five, but…
[Cuengi doesn’t have red fur, it’s crimson fur!]
“Absolutely! That’s right! Hah… compared to Cuengi~nim’s splendid and luxurious crimson fur, my fur is just a dull red.”
His flattery was quite fluent.
‘This won’t be good for Cuengi’s education.’
“Bayon, guard the area around the market.”
So Sejun assigned Bayon a task to keep him away from Cuengi.
“Vice Chairman Theo.”
“I think it’s time we clean up Sejun Company’s image. From now on, there will be no more slaves at Sejun Company.”
Sejun shared the new company policy that he had briefly considered the night before.
“Meow?! Does that mean we have to release all the slaves, meow…?”
Theo’s face fell at the thought of having to free the slaves they’d worked so hard to capture.
“No. We just need to call them something different.”
“Puhuhut. As expected from Chairman Park, meow! Understood, meow! So what will we call the slaves from now on, meow?!”
Theo, excited by the idea that they wouldn’t actually have to release the slaves, asked in a cheerful voice.
“From now on, slaves with a fixed term will be called temporary employees, and permanent slaves will be called regular employees.”
“Puhuhut. As expected, Chairman Park is truly great, meow! ‘Employee’ sounds much better than ‘slave,’ meow!”
“Hahaha. From now on, call me the Master of Image Makeovers.”
Sejun, pleased with Theo’s words, puffed up with pride.
“Then, we should change this name too, meow!”
Hel~nim, please change the name of this, meow!
Theo requested Hel, the God of Merchants, to rename the Five Towers’ Slave Seal.
For those who aren’t in my Discord, I’ve been too busy with IRL work (I had to work overtime due to the time off I took when I fell ill). I haven’t been able to translate as much, and the stockpile I had was used up during that period. Currently, I’m translating as much as I can whenever I get some free time.