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Beyond Probability [ORV fanfic]

raja_kaleem
Thrown into a complex reality he once saw as fiction, with half-ass knowledge of the future and plot, and a Chaotic Gacha. What could go wrong? IMPORTANT notes: I have not fully read ORV. I have been spoiled and spoiled. I know about as much as the MC will. I WILL be reading as I write. I DO know until about when Dokja dies and a bit after that. So I know there will be times where Dokja isn't with the main cast, but the MC is. And I RLLY don't know what the scenarios would have been at that time. But I HAVE to write smth when that happens, yeah? I hope you will help me when that time comes. I need criticism and ideas if u would so please. Will help. This novel is just a test. A small project, if you will. I have no idea if I will drop. But if I learn a few things, then I won't. Depends on your response and how I think. Cover is not mine. Found it randomly.
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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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