Chapter 467: Trying to have your cool name?! Not a chance!

Chapter 467: Trying to have your cool name?! Not a chance!

TL: Hanguk

Bayon, the tyrant of the 87th floor of the Red Tower.

In that place, Bayon’s actions were law, and his words were truth.

If he liked something, he took it. If he didn’t like it, he hit it. He collected taxes from nearby villages and made them offer tribute.

Although Bayon was arrogant and conceited, he knew his limits.

Whenever a new presence appeared, Bayon would first observe whether they were stronger or weaker than him, without provoking them.

If they were strong, he would grovel and offer tributes to send them elsewhere. If they were weak, he would trample them immediately.

He was a typical case of being strong against the weak and weak against the strong—a classic weak-strong, strong-weak style.

That was Bayon’s survival strategy.

‘If I can just take control of this place, I won’t have to worry about food for a while.’

That’s why, despite his excitement at seeing the thriving crops in the vast farmland, he held himself back.

‘You never know.’

With patience, he cautiously scanned the surroundings with cold eyes, checking for any stronger presence.

And then...

‘The human seems to be the strongest, and the cat, bear, and dog are probably just pets for amusement?’

Bayon completely misjudged the situation.

Theo had grown so accustomed to suppressing his aura because of Sejun that it had become as natural as breathing.

Cuengi was in a calm state, compressing his aura due to the <Power: Calm Before the Storm>.

Of course, Blackie was genuinely weak.

‘I can handle this alone.’

Although Bayon thought it was manageable, he still didn’t act immediately. There could still be a stronger force he hadn’t noticed somewhere else.

‘Once I make a move, there’s no turning back.’

While Bayon was cautiously waiting for the right moment,

He saw the human sharing a meal with silver foxes, who had become slaves, accompanied by an irresistible, delicious aroma.

‘Hmph! This guy really knows nothing about the ways of the world.’

Giving meals to slaves...

He was angry.

He and his subordinates had lived such hard lives that they could count on their toes the number of times they had eaten their fill...

It was clear to him that this guy had never suffered a day in his life.

And...

Considering that no one had shown up even while they were eating something delicious, it was obvious that there was no one stronger than this human here.

To Bayon, who believed that the strongest should get the best food, this confirmed that there was no one stronger in this place.

Just then,

“Bayon-nim...”

His subordinates started egging him on.

“Ahem. Shall I then?”

Thanks to them, he could step forward without losing face.

“Alright. We’ll take this place.”

“Yes!”

With his subordinates lined up behind him,

‘Hehehe. Now, it’s all mine.’

Bayon headed towards the cooking area in a good mood.

Crackle!

Bayon and his subordinates had a truly electrifying experience from Cuengi’s Thunderbolt Staff.

Every time they were struck, they felt pain so intense that it was as if they were being fried alive.

After the brutal beating ended,

“Puhuhut.”

Thunk.

Theo approached, grinning like a villain, and stamped Bayon with the seal that had enslaved the silver foxes.

But...

[Unable to make a slave as they are a resident of the Red Tower.]

Thunk. Thunk.

After several failed attempts,

“Meow?! It’s not working, meow?! Puhuhut. Then I’ll stamp it directly, meow!”

He forcibly lifted Bayon’s front paw to stamp the slave contract.

Bayon tried to resist, but...

‘What?! This strength?!’

The power was immense.

It turned out the bear had been hiding his strength, and so had the cat.

Thunk.

And just like that, Bayon stamped the contract and became a slave.

At that moment,

Kking!

Blackie started climbing all over him energetically.

Kking?! Kking?!

[You dared to say you’d kill our butler?! Want to get killed by the great noble wolf Blackie, protector of the Black Tower’s tower farmer Park Sejun?!]

Blackie furiously stomped on him with his little paws.

Not only had he become a slave, but now even a puppy was stomping on him. It was humiliating.

He was angry, but the thought that this puppy might also be hiding its strength stopped him from resisting.

He should’ve obediently stamped the contract when the yellow cat told him to.

He should’ve stopped when he made eye contact with the baby bear about to put the ssam in its mouth.

When the baby bear put down the ssam and took out the Thunderbolt Staff that crackled with thunder, he should have immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

‘...Then maybe things wouldn’t have turned out like this...’

Tears as large as chicken droppings started to flow from Bayon’s eyes as he lamented his miserable fate.

And then,

“Hmm... son, write this down. The foxes of the Red Tower are quite oblivious and cry a lot.”

104.28.193.250

From afar, observing through a telescope, Mason, the chairman of the Wandering Merchants Association, spoke, and

Scribble. Scribble.

Jeras quietly wrote it down on paper.

Both of them, being foxes, had fortunately been brought along to the Harvest Festival.

“Father, that’s Sejun-nim and Theo-nim over there.”

Jeras was about to greet them immediately, but—

“No! We’re hiding our identities here and gathering useful information to help Sejun-nim.”

Thanks to Mason’s intervention, they stayed hidden and continued gathering information about the foxes from the other towers.

‘If Theo-nim catches us, we’ll get extorted for money and suffer a lot... We must stay hidden until the Harvest Festival ends.’

Of course, what Mason had told Jeras was a lie.

Mason just had an inexplicable desire to hide, even though he had done nothing wrong.

And so, Sejun’s naming shop opened again before a day had passed.

‘Boradori.’ ( TL: Boradori (보라돌이) is the Korean name for Tinky Winky from Teletubbies, a British children’s television series.)

The moment he saw Violet’s purple body, this name popped into his mind.

No, no!

Boradori lacked sincerity and creativity.

The next name that came to mind was...

Since Violet was about the size of a thumb-sized purple crystal, Eombojeong. (TL: Eombojeong (엄보정) is a portmanteau derived from the combination of the words “엄지 크기” (eomji keugi, meaning thumb-sized) and “보라색 수정” (borasaek sujeong, meaning purple crystal). The term Eombojeong is formed by taking ‘Eom’ (엄) from eomji keugi, ‘Bo’ (보) from borasaek, and ‘Jeong’ (정) from sujeong, resulting in 엄보정.)

But this followed the same pattern he used when naming Eomdol, so it was discarded.

“Hmmm...”

Maybe it was because he had already come up with the once-in-a-lifetime masterpiece name Black Torch today, no good ideas were coming to him.

“Show me if you have any special skills.”

So today, instead of focusing on appearance, he decided to base the name on abilities.

“Ahem. I can grow and detonate amethysts.”

Why am I nervous about this?

At Sejun’s request, Violet detached part of his body and demonstrated his ability.

Fwoosh.

The purple crystal ignited, and purple flames began to burn.

Normally, it would have exploded instantly, but due to Violet’s lack of power, the crystal burned slowly, leading to this phenomenon.

“Th-this isn’t right...”

Violet, flustered, was embarrassed by the unexpected result.

Since it makes purple fire, Boburi? (TL: Combination of 보라색 (borasaek meaning purple) and 불 (bul meaning fire) making it Boburi (보불이))

Since it makes purple flames, Boyeomi? (TL: Combination of 보라색 (borasaek meaning purple) and 화염 (hwayeom meaning flame) making it Boyeomi (보염이))

Since it explodes crystals, Supoki? (TL: Combination of 수정 (sujeong meaning crystal) and 폭발 (pogbal meaning explosion) making it Supoki (수폭이))

Since the crystal burns, Suta? (TL: Combination of 수정 (sujeong meaning crystal) and 타고 있는 (tago issneun meaning burning) making it Suta (수타))

While watching this, Blackie and his subordinates eagerly awaited the odd name Sejun would come up with.

“From now on, your name is Jaki!”

......?

Breaking everyone’s expectations, Sejun said an unexpected name.

While everyone was focused on the burning crystal,

‘Did he say he grows amethysts?!’

Heheh. Growing amethysts, what a unique ability.

Sejun was carefully observing to see if Violet’s body would regenerate.

Oh! It’s real.

As amethysts grew back from Violet’s body, regenerating the part that was just detached

...!

A word flashed into his mind like lightning.

Amethyst Growing. Shortened to Jaki! (TL: 자수정 키우기 (Jasujeong Kiugi), meaning ‘Growing Amethyst,’ is shortened to 자키 (Jaki).)

Kihihit. Kking! Kking!

[Heheh. As expected of my butler! You never disappoint me!]

“As expected of Sejun-nim!”

Kkiruk!

Sharalang!

“So, my name is Jaki...”

Except for Violet, who had just received the name, Blackie and his subordinates were satisfied with Sejun’s latest naming masterpiece.

Thus, Violet, the Crystal Giant of Destruction and the 11th seat of the Apostle of Destruction, was given a new name as Jaki, the 4th subordinate of the great Blackie.

“From now on, Jaki, let’s make only 1 kg of amethyst per day. If you want to make other colors, feel free to do that too.”

?!

Along with the heavy responsibility of producing crystals.

And then,

“Hmm... The foxes of the Red Tower sure eat well, even while crying.”

Mason, who had been watching the cooking area the whole time, commented.

“Father, the foxes from the Brown Tower are on the move.”

Scribble. Scribble.

Jeras, who was writing down Mason’s words while watching the movements of foxes from other towers, said.

“Really?”

Mason quickly adjusted his telescope and spotted the Brown Tower foxes sneaking around.

Where are they going?

Mason tracked the direction of their movement.

“Those Brown Tower foxes really don’t have any sense. They’re going to get themselves into big trouble...”

Crunch, crunch.

Unlike his concerned voice, he started eating peanuts from his pocket with a bright smile.

To enjoy watching the upcoming fight.

Their target were Piyot and Uren, who were returning to the farm.

And the Minotaur King.

A short while later...

Squeal!

The screams of the Brown Tower foxes echoed, and soon, Piyot and Uren were seen busily stamping the paws of the unconscious Brown Tower foxes onto the slave contracts.

At that moment,

...?

Suddenly, Mason’s view was filled with pink.

What is this?

As Mason wondered in confusion,

“Hello, Theo-nim.”

He heard Jeras’ voice.

Theo was blocking the front of Mason’s telescope with his front paw.

“Th- Theo-nim! It’s an honor to see you!”

Mason quickly put down his telescope and stood up to greet Theo.

“Puhuhut. Nice to see you, Chairman Mason-nim, meow!”

Theo, who had followed the pull of his front paw, smiled brightly at Mason.

And then,

!!!

Puhuhut. As expected, I am the great Chairman Park’s right hand, meow! I’ve thought of a good way to make money, meow!

An incredible idea popped into Theo’s head as he looked at Mason.

“Puhuhut. Chairman Mason-nim, I want you to sell Harvest Festival tickets, meow!”

Theo tasked Mason with selling tickets for the Harvest Festival, stamped with his paw print.

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