Solo Farming In The Tower Chapter 80 の小説・ストーリー

It wasn't just a building; it was a massive, needle-like tower of black glass rising out of the ice, surrounded by a swirling storm of artificial snow and jamming signals. ​"Missile lock!" Sofia shouted. "They know we're here!" ​"Deploy the decoys!" Liam yelled from the co-pilot seat. ​I stood in the center of the hold, my eyes closed. I could feel the Kronos signal now. It was a jagged, piercing shriek in the back of my mind, growing louder as we approached the tower. ​"T-MINUS 18:30:00." ​Back at the farmhouse, the children were already breaking through the doors of the ballroom. I could feel their hunger. I could feel Leo’s tiny feet hitting the floor, hunting for the scent of my DNA.

I shout as he bolts for a shattered window pane. He dives through it with a laugh. I curse under my breath but chase after him, hiking up my hoodie so it does not snag on what remains of the glass. Inside, the old tower smells like dust and sea rot. This place is probably older than my mom. The walls are streaked with old graffiti and peeling paint. Reed shakes a flare stick from his backpack and cracks it. A red glow floods the narrow interior of the ground level, enough to illuminate the spiral staircase leading to the upper level of the tower. “Whoever wins gets to make one request the loser has to follow,” he declares, already launching himself up the first steps.

"Koo-chee... Wuu... Koo-chee..." When the independent cultivators outside heard that there were indeed treasures inside the tower, their efforts doubled. Many of them even relayed the information to other cultivators under the mountain via Faraway-voice Transfer. In no time at all, more people made their way to the Devil Repressing Tower on flying swords.

Kael · Now (Five Years Later) The third farm in a month burns on the eastern border, and I stand in the ash of it and feel my pack dying around me one acre at a time. "Rogues again," Beta Dorian says at my shoulder. He doesn't say the rest. He doesn't have to. We're both looking at the same wrong thing: the grain store gutted, the warriors' bunk hit clean, the easy prey two fields over left entirely untouched.

I open my mouth— And close it again. Tomorrow, after the parley, when we know what’s coming next, I’ll tell her. The tower is falling, and fuck, it feels incredible.

After Levi typed the last figures into his spreadsheet and emailed it to his assistant, he spun around in his chair to look at the view. The setting sun glinting off the neighboring metal and glass towers was dramatic, but nothing beat a sunset on the farm. Watching that large red-orange ball dip behind the barn and then the trees, the whole sky turning red then purple as a bruise until everything was left in a blue gray shadow with the moon rising above it. It made your heart swell. Despite how badly he had wanted to escape it when he was eighteen, he could now admit he did miss some aspects of the farm.

And this time, they weren’t hiding. -----------++++ *End of Chapter 80*

guess he won't have a choice. End of chapter 82

"We were supposed to be done with this. No more towers. No more codes. Just the dirt and the kid." "The dirt is being cooked, Kaelor. Look at the pressure gauge." Aradaa pointed a shaking finger at a biological node on the wall. It was turning a bruised purple. "If the Overseer finishes this draw, there won't be a farm to go back to. Just a burnt husk floating in a dead sea." "Then I'll rip his throat out. Again." Kaelor’s amber eyes burned with a feral light, reflecting the terrifying architecture of the Hive rising from the trench floor.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Then she told them about the bond. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not everything. The east tower was hers. The farmhouse was hers. But the fact of it — stated plainly, without apology, without explanation beyond the simple truth — the bond exists, it has existed since the summit, and I did not let it drive my decisions but I will not pretend it is not real. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Silence. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">