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Dungeon to the Game Empire

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After the Great Cataclysm, two special occupations emerged in this transformed world: "Adventurer" and "Dungeon Lord." **Adventurers** are driven by curiosity and a thirst for excitement. They eagerly seek out dungeons, challenging secret realms to gain prestige, treasure, or simply for the sheer thrill of it. **Dungeon Lords**, on the other hand, are insidious, cunning, and ambitious. They devote their efforts to crafting intricate secret realms designed to ensnare adventurers, thereby gaining power and sacrifices. The relationship between these two roles is deeply intertwined. In a world cluttered with monotonous, malicious mazes, a unique underground city of an entirely different artistic style has emerged. This new realm captivates adventurers, drawing them in and driving them mad with its allure. Because here, in this extraordinary place, they find... Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon I have only 1 tier 19$ Tier – Access to 40 advance chapters patreon.com/Lempil patreon.com/Lempil
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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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