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You came into my life—and became my salvation

Xi_Yanxi
I grew up in the shadows. No parents. No protection. Only my cousin—the man everyone feared—taught me how to survive. Fight. Read people. Make deals. Smile when needed. Strike when it counts. He said I would be his successor. I believed him. Until one day, I walked into a luxury club— not as a guest, but as prey. Now I pour drinks, wear a smile, and play the perfect role. But behind the lights and whispers, I’m hunting something far more dangerous than money. An anonymous man threw a fortune at me for one night. A manager tried to sell me like a prize. And someone, somewhere, is pulling the strings. They think I’m just another girl in heels. They’re wrong. I was raised in the dark. And I don’t lose.
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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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