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The Last of Us : The Leader

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Marcus Cole was just an emergency coordinator in Denver until a white-hot spike through his skull sent him seventeen years into a fungal apocalypse. Now, he wakes up in the frozen Colorado Rockies, bound to the New Civilization System—a mysterious interface that rewards him with Skill Points (SP) for every Runner he eliminates and every wall he builds. In a world where society collapsed in 2003, Marcus must use his "Soul-Linked" powers to gather survivors and establish "Haven," a settlement that is more than just a camp—it is the first step toward humanity’s rebirth. While avoiding the iron-fisted control of tyrants like the Warden, Marcus balances the brutal arithmetic of survival, knowing that every alliance he signs and every seed he plants is tracked by a System that demands earned growth. Amidst the clicking of blind monsters and the cold whispers of the forest, he isn't just surviving; he’s distributing the weight of leadership to ensure that this time, civilization doesn't just fall—it stands
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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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