Chapter 72: Welcome to the Kindergarten of Destruction!(72) / 796 |
TL: Hanguk
PR: MiniPixelZ
Kihihit. Kking!
[Hehe. Butler! Great Blackie will give you this, so praise me and hand over the roasted and dried sweet potatoes!]
Blackie ran over with a proud expression and handed Sejun a orb he had just picked up.
[Azathoth No. 108]
Azathoth Number 108?
“What is this?”
Kking! Kking!
Blackie puffed out air through his nose with an even prouder look than before.
“Armor?”
As Sejun looked closely at the orb, an explanation appeared. Normally, appraisal would be required, but thanks to Blackie’s training,
Look at the great me!
Because the personality of Azathoth No. 108 was attention-seeking, it didn’t hide its options and showed everything.
[Azathoth No. 108]
→ Among the items created by Master Craftsman Azathoth, who makes everything into items, this received Azathos’s recognition and became number 108.
→ It is armor made using the soul and body of the Fire Spirit Lord Kalsheid. When magic power is injected, the armor’s scales turn into flames and burn the surroundings.
→ Creator: The one who turns everything into items, Master Artisan Azathoth
→ Usage Restriction: All stats must be over 3 million
→ Grade: ★★★★★★★
→ Skill: <Flame Dominion (Master)>, <Fear Flame (Master)>, <Flame Devour (Master)>
“Wow. Seven stars… It’s good, but… the usage restriction is…”
I can’t wear it.
Sejun’s stats had risen significantly thanks to eating diligently and leveling up on Earth, but they were still around 300,000. He was still far from 3 million. No, is it even possible?
“Do you guys want to wear this?”
So he asked Theo and Cuengi, who might be able to wear the armor,
“Puhuhut. I don’t want to, meow! It’s uncomfortable, meow!”
Kueng!
[Cuengi also finds it uncomfortable!]
The two, who normally went around naked, refused.
Actually, Sejun didn’t know their exact stats, but he assumed they had surpassed the requirement. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to defeat the guy named Quazakru who wore this armor.
“Then I’ll give it to Ramter-nim.”
The color was similar too.
So Sejun decided to give the armor to Ramter.
“But the name being just Number 108 is so thoughtless. I’ll give it a new name.”
He began the naming process to give Azathoth No. 108 a new name.
-What?! That name was personally given by the great Master Artisan Azathoth…
Azathoth No. 108, of course, objected furiously to Sejun’s words,
Grrr.
-……
But when Blackie growled, it went silent immediately.
Kihihit. Kking!
[Hehe. I’m excited!]
What kind of name will Sejun-nim give this time?
I’m so excited!
Sejun-nim, fighting!
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..
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The Blackie Family looked at Sejun with eyes full of anticipation.
In the meantime,
Master Artisan Azathoth, Number 108, armor, Fire Spirit Lord Kalsheid, flame, seven stars…
Sejun listed keywords for naming,
Flame, armor, seven stars, Kalsheid.
He selected the most appealing words in order and created a name.
“Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid.”
The final “Kalsheid”… Since he was completely ground up and turned into an item, Sejun felt sorry for him and added his name to at least be remembered.
Kking! Kking!
[Butler! I’m disappointed! That name is way too lazy(?)!]
“That’s right! I think Sejun-nim has lost his touch!”
Kkiruk!
Sararang!
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..
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Instead, he had to endure a huge protest from the Blackie Family. When he said “Flame Armor Seven-Star”, it sounded ambiguous, but adding “Kalsheid” at the end made it sound overly impressive.
“Here. Blackie, you asked for roasted and dried sweet potato earlier, right?”
Snap.
To quiet Blackie, Sejun quickly pulled out the super tasty roasted and dried sweet potato and put it in Blackie’s mouth.
Kihihit.
Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.
The fierce barking Blackie soon smiled brightly and focused on eating the roasted and dried sweet potato.
That Blackie brat, his belly fat’s really come out?
I’ll have to put him on a diet again soon.
Unaware that Sejun was planning Blackie’s next diet.
At that moment,
[An attempt has been made to rename Azathoth No. 108 to Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid.]
[The title Azathoth No. 108 has been judged as a nickname, not a proper name.]
[Therefore, this is not a renaming but a naming.]
A message appeared.
“It’s not a renaming?”
Azathoth named it so carelessly that it wasn’t even recognized as a name.
While Sejun was dumbfounded,
[Talent: Namer effect has been activated.]
[A special effect has been imbued into the name Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid.]
[An option has been added to Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid that increases all stats by 10,000 when equipped.]
[The scattered soul of the Fire Spirit Lord Kalsheid within Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid has been revived and will replace its ego.]
An additional message appeared.
“Huh?”
The soul of Kalsheid was revived?
Just as Sejun was surprised,
[As the ego of Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid has changed, internal skills have been added: <Skill: Basic Magic of the Fire Spirit Tribe (Unmeasurable)>, <Skill: Intermediate Magic of the Fire Spirit Tribe (Unmeasurable)>……]
Magic of the Fire Spirit Tribe from basic to highest level was added to Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid.
The fact that he had to give that to Ramter-nim made Sejun feel sick.
At the same time, Sejun’s stomach began to ache with regret.
[You have achieved the great creative feat of reviving the soul of the Fire Spirit Tribe, an ancient extinct race.]
[As a reward for achieving the great creative feat, you have acquired <Title: Second Father of the Fire Spirit Tribe>.]
[As a reward for achieving the great creative feat, your Divinity has increased by 100.]
[As a reward for achieving the great creative feat, all your stats have increased by 1,000.]
“Hehehe. Nice.”
Fortunately, the reward made the pain in his stomach vanish instantly.
The effect of <Title: Second Father of the Fire Spirit Tribe> was that Sejun’s abilities would increase as the Fire Spirit faction grew.
Currently, the increase was the base 1%, but it could go up to a maximum of 500%.
For the Fire Spirit faction to grow, the Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid would need to be continuously supplied with the power of flame so that fire spirits could be born.
Sejun’s desire to give the Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid to Ramter became even stronger.
-Thank you for reviving my soul. My father.
“Ah. So you’re Kalsheid?”
-Yes.
Although the Fire Spirit Lord Kalsheid was about 100,000 years older than Sejun, Sejun already had a daughter far older than that, so he treated Kalsheid casually.
While Sejun was exchanging greetings with Kalsheid,
Piyo! Piyo?!
[Good grief! Uren-nim, what are you doing causing trouble again?!]
“Uhehehe. Sorry. It was on special sale, so I bought it, but it turned out to be curse of misfortune…”
Piyo!
[How can you just buy anything like that?!]
Piyot scolded Uren.
Piyo! Piyo. Piyihihihi.
[Oh well! I guess I’ll just have to keep traveling with you. Hoohoo.]
“Huh? Piyot, why are you smiling?”
Pi… Piyo?! Piyo! Piyo!
[Wha… What are you talking about?! Uren-nim, please stop causing trouble! I’m exhausted because of you!]
Can this even be called scolding?
While Uren was gone, Piyot had also been bored. To Piyot, who had grown used to the spectacular daily chaos caused by Uren’s misfortunes, a peaceful life became boring after just a day or two. Any longer than that was simply dull.
And so, another rowdy day at the Kindergarten of Destruction passed safely thanks to Uren.
***
The next morning.
1st floor of the Black Tower.
Sejun was standing still, waiting for Theo, Cuengi, Blackie, Taecho, and the soon-to-arrive Children of Creation.
“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, you have eye gunk, meow! Hurry up and get rid of it, meow!”
“Got it.”
At Theo’s words, Sejun quickly rubbed his eyes and wiped it away.
“Chairman Park, if you don’t take care of yourself daily like me, Aileen noona might dump you, meow!”
To Sejun, for some reason, Theo started nagging, while diligently grooming his crotch with his tongue.
Am I really that bad?
As Sejun, feeling a bit called out by Theo’s words, checked his own appearance in the mirror,
“Puhuhut. Chairman Park, if you ever want to be groomed by Vice Chairman Theo, just say the word, meow! Vice Chairman Theo will lick you clean from head to toe, meow!”
Theo said proudly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of madness.
“Uh. I’ll pass.”
Where does he think he’s going to lick with the tongue that was just on… that?
As Sejun firmly refused.
““Teacher!””
Thud thud thud.
The seven Children of Creation came running over.
“Kids, have you been well?”
““Yes!””
The children responded energetically to Sejun’s question. In their eyes was the unmistakable gleam of,
‘Let’s hurry and eat the food teacher made and play with the others!’
They were filled with thoughts of eating and playing. They had grown a bit, but they were still very young.
“Alright, let’s go.”
““Yes!””
Sejun gathered the group and took them back to Earth.
Upon arriving at the Kindergarten of Destruction,
““Kids!””
“Dongdong hyung, I missed you so much!”
“Bongbong oppa!”
The Children of Creation and the Destruction kids were all over each other, embracing in emotional reunions.
They had only been apart for five days, and this sort of thing had happened many times before, so you’d think they’d be used to it, but come every Saturday morning, it was like a tearful reunion of long-lost families.
“Rangrang hyung! Mingming played firefighter with YamYam yesterday! Let’s all play together today!”
“Shall we?”
While the reunited kids played excitedly,
“Hmm hmm hmm.”
Sejun cooked in the kitchen.
By the time the cooking was almost done,
“Teacher, when is breakfast ready?”
Shyongshyong peeked in and asked.
“Oh. It’s almost done. Go tell the others breakfast is ready.”
“Yes! Guys! Teacher says it’s time to eat!”
Shyongshyong dashed away, shouting energetically at Sejun’s words.
Moments later.
““Thank you for the meal!””
“”Let’s eat!””
The Children of Creation and the Destruction kids sat side by side and ate happily at the table.
And so, the Children of Creation spent Saturday and Sunday eating Sejun’s meals and snacks, having a fulfilling time with their younger siblings.
Before they knew it, Monday had come again, the day to return to the Black Tower.
Early Monday morning.
“Kids, it’s time to wake up.”
“Ugh. Just five more minutes.”
“I wanna sleep more…”
At a time even office workers struggle to get out of bed, Sejun soothed the whiny Children of Creation and headed to work at the Black Tower.
The reason Sejun took them out so early in the morning was to leave before the Destruction kids woke up.
Otherwise, the Destruction kids would cry for two hours straight, sobbing hysterically because they didn’t want to be separated from their hyungs. That would bring dark clouds in the sky… and a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Clunk… click…
Sejun carefully closed the door of the Kindergarten of Destruction with his group and made his way toward the Black Tower.
***
[You have entered the 1st floor of the Black Tower.]
Upon arrival on the 1st floor of the Black Tower,
“Shyongshyong, give this to Ramter-nim.”
Sejun handed the Flame Armor Seven-Star Kalsheid to Shyongshyong.
“Yes!”
Shyongshyong nodded vigorously.
Moments later.
“Puhahaha! Really?! So Sejun! Sent a gift! Only to! The great red dragon! Ramter! Zahir!?!”
Ramter, having received the red orb from Shyongshyong, loudly boasted so that all the other leaders could hear.
“Seriously. What does Sejun see in that guy to give him a gift?”
“Ugh. Shut up. Is there any dragon here who hasn’t gotten a gift from Sejun?! Why are you acting so special?!”
The other leaders scolded Ramter.
Just then.
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-Greetings, great Red Dragon Ramter. I am Kalsheid, Fire Spirit Lord. I am Sejun-nim’s son.
Kalsheid spoke to Ramter.
“Huh?”
Sejun’s son?
Sejun dumped another child on me?
Ramter felt betrayed by Sejun.
However.
“What?!”
That feeling of betrayal vanished the moment he checked the armor’s options.
“Puhahaha! This armor has seven stars!”
As expected of our Sejun!
After that, it was said Ramter went around to all the other dragons’ territories bragging about the armor, rubbing it in the other leaders’ faces.