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Gaian Imperium The Last Gaian

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Participant of WSA 2025. Update rate 2 chaps a day. From an average joe to an overgrown super soldier? Check! From a corvette to a 32 km long juggernaut? Check! From six battlebrothers to a full on armada? Check! An Imperial Grand Duchess aka a sucubuss babe? F*cked! A vamp mommy and a werewolf noona that come paired with theyre daughters? F*cked! In this self satisfying fiction for those that dig super soldiers and spaceships a man makes the ultimate gamble deciding to bet ewrything on a slim chance of making Into the exciting future. This Is a story of living youre life to fullest, getting laid, getting dead ass drunk, stoned as f*ck and blasting youre way through the cosmos basically its d*ugs, s*x, rock and roll and a lot of fighting, like a lot of f*cking fighting as certain greenskins would say d*ka, a lot d*ka like really, really really lot d*ka.
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Plants vs Dungeon

When dungeon gates opened across the world, it became a gold rush. Hunters chased glory. Guilds chased power. Corporations chased profit. Phong Tran awakened as a Level 1 Farmer. No skills. No passives. A broken EXP bar that never moved. So he sold energy drinks instead. Leg warmers. Electrolytes. Power banks. If everyone else was digging for gold, he’d sell the shovels. Then Josh came. University golden boy. Gym-built. Son of a man who could erase problems with a phone call. “Protection fee.” Phong refused. He woke up in a hospital bed, beaten within an inch of death. His aunt and uncle were gone. No bodies. No investigation. No media coverage. Just silence. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his system finally gave him a quest: Plant and harvest 10 potatoes in the dungeon. That’s it. No penalties. No forced missions. No ticking clock. No promise of justice. Just a choice. Phong takes it. The potatoes mutate. Then other plants followed. Chilies spit burning rounds. Sweet potatoes bulk up into blunt-force bruisers. Garlic turns chemical-warfare illegal. Enoki mushrooms rattle like dungeon-grade machine guns. His crops become his frontline. Phong doesn’t want to conquer the dungeon. He wants to build something inside it. A farm. A hearth. A settlement for people tired of being disposable. He won’t let revenge be the only thing he grows. Revenge lit the spark. But it won’t be the only thing he grows. And if the most powerful man in the city comes looking to finish what his son started... He’ll learn something the dungeon already knows. This farm fights back.
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