Chapter 589: Chapter 589
Black Tower, 63rd Floor, Simon Village.
“Excuse me, do you know where Olivo~nim lives?”
“Ah, Olivo’s house is… see that Simon Mountain over there? If you follow this path straight toward the mountain, you’ll find it.”
As Sejun followed the villager’s directions to Olivo’s house,
Someone called out to Sejun and his group from behind.
The liquid mass began to move violently, its shape shifting rapidly.
[Dragon of Destruction]
The mass took on the appearance of the great dragons, specifically mimicking the form of the nearest great red dragon, Ramir.
Though the liquid mass was smaller in size, it had clearly replicated Ramir’s image.
“How dare you imitate me?!”
Enraged, Ramir unleashed her breath attack toward the Dragon of Destruction that had copied her form.
The Dragon of Destruction retaliated with its own breath attack.
The two breath attacks collided.
Naturally, the smaller Dragon of Destruction couldn’t hold up against Ramir’s breath attack.
Ramir’s breath overwhelmed the Dragon of Destruction’s attack, destroying it.
The liquid fragments of the destroyed Dragon of Destruction didn’t vanish. Instead, they slowly began to regroup.
Similar situations unfolded in the surrounding area. The great dragons were battling Dragons of Destruction that had taken on their own forms.
Ramir noticed something strange.
Around Jǫrmungandr’s body, where was, the liquid masses vanished completely after being hit by breath attacks.
Because the World Tree from the and the Energy of Creation produced by the Destruction Devourers were flowing out of Jǫrmungandr’s mouth.
The liquid touched by the Energy of Creation could not regenerate once destroyed.
Moreover, possibly because its density was higher than the Energy of Destruction, more Tower Coins were dropping.
Perfect! That’s the way!
“Everyone, gather around Jǫrmungandr’s body! We can annihilate them in that area!”
At Ramir’s command, the group quickly positioned themselves around Jǫrmungandr’s body.
They began hunting the Dragons of Destruction.
Thanks to this, the Dragon Market’s sales skyrocketed by 100%.
Black Tower, 63rd Floor, Simon Mountain.
As Sejun grabbed hold of a cinnamon tree and pulled with all his strength,
The cinnamon tree began to come out with its roots intact.
[Your proficiency in Transplanting Lv. 5 has slightly increased.]
[Due to the effect of Transplanting Lv. 5, the roots have not been damaged.]
[Due to the effect of Transplanting Lv. 5, the cinnamon tree will remain in a stable condition for 5 hours.]
A series of messages appeared.
Now, Sejun was strong enough to easily pull out small trees by sheer force.
Hehe. I’m pretty strong, huh?
Feeling smug, Sejun uprooted another cinnamon tree.
[Cuengi will help Dad!]
Of course, Sejun quickly felt a sense of futility when he saw Cuengi pulling out cinnamon trees as easily as if he were picking radishes.
But still, none of my roots broke!
Sejun comforted himself by looking at the intact roots of his tree.
The difference between 99% and 100% may have seemed small, but it was significant to Sejun.
After Sejun and his group uprooted 50 cinnamon trees and stored them in the Void Storage,
“Sejun~nim, why don’t you come to my house for a meal?”
Olivo invited Sejun and his group for dinner.
Sejun, planning to check Ellie’s condition one more time before leaving, gladly accepted Olivo’s invitation.
They descended Simon Mountain and headed to Olivo’s home.
Dinner consisted of flour bread and soup with a little meat.
The food was decent enough, but,
Why is she staring at me like that?
Sejun found it difficult to eat properly because Ellie was staring at him intently.
“Sejun oppa, how old are you?”
Ellie asked with a resolute look on her face.
“You’re 10 years older than me. Hehe. But that’s okay.”
“Oh! You mean your legs are cramping?!”
Sejun suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Ellie mid-sentence.
He had gone through the trouble of saving her, he couldn’t risk letting her die again.
I hope Aileen didn’t hear that.
While Sejun cautiously looked around,
Ellie suddenly started trembling.
Ellie went to lie down in bed saying she wasn’t feeling well, and Sejun and his group headed to the waypoint to return home after finishing their meal.
On the way to the waypoint.
Now that I think about it… I just got confessed to.
“Hehe. I am quite popular.”
Feeling proud about receiving a confession, Sejun chuckled to himself.
He was struck by the realization that his face fit the aesthetic standards of the Lizard race.
“Vice Chairman Theo, give me a massage.”
Sejun, feeling the need for improvement, offered his face to Theo first, and
“Puhuhut. Got it, meow! But Chairman Park’s face is already at its best, meow!”
Sejun felt despair once again at Theo’s comment.
[Hehe. Butler! We’ll give you a massage!]
One good deed succeeded with this!
Completely oblivious to Sejun’s feelings, the Blackie Family excitedly stepped on Sejun’s face, smearing it with dirt.
“Hey, you little rascals!”
Finally, an enraged Sejun grabbed the fleeing Blackie.
[Butler is angry! Run away!]
He vented his frustration by blowing raspberries on Blackie’s belly.
“One good deed complete.”
And so Blackie completed one good deed without knowing why, and
“As expected of the great Blackie~nim!”