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The Cornflower Witch

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This is a world influenced by extraordinary "attributes," where everyone possesses unique "Destiny Cards" and "Ability Cards." These cards exhibit different "effects" and "characteristics" depending on the different "attribute" powers they acquire. ----- At dusk, amidst a sea of ​​clouds, a giant serpent roams the sky. The great serpent, the great serpent that carries the world on its back Seven continents rise and fall on the snake's back, and countless living beings drift along with them in the sea of ​​clouds. This is a world shattered by extraterrestrial aliens, and also the stage where countless heroes rise and fall. At the very end of the world, eighteen paths to transcendence shine forth, and countless beings pursue and strive for them. They yearned to become gods, to become legends passed down through the ages, or perhaps hoped to establish an empire that would last forever. This is the era when legends were unveiled, amidst the chanting of elegiac poems, ascending to the Seven Heavens, the starting point of the story of the Creation Witch, Sylphia. ....................................................................................... To access the advanced chapter, visit Patreon:- patreon.com/Fiction_fun ....................................................................................... This is a translation RAW: 矢车菊魔女
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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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