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Dungeon Of Greed

[Dhruv, Welcome to The New World.] [You have awakened the following authority.] - Dungeon master - Greed [Authority ‘Dungeon Master’ is compatible with ‘System’. Do you want to upgrade it?] [Yes/No.] ****** For all intents and purposes, Dhruv should’ve been dead. He was a mercenary with a simple goal—to fill his own stomach and feed those close to him. What he didn’t know was that the same people he called family would one day turn their guns on him and shoot him, over a mysterious black cube. Except he didn't stay dead. The strange black cube dragged him back from the edges of hell and threw him right into the NEW WORLD. Awakening in a world brimming with magic, monsters, and mysteries that kill at a glance was nothing like he imagined. Follow Dhruv as he tries to build the most powerful dungeon—while being hunted by both heroes and monsters alike. With both churches and cults on his trail, will Dhruv survive or die a dog’s death once more? Welcome to the Dungeon of Greed. ◈ What to expect ◈ [+] A beep boop Litrpg system we all come to love and care about. [+] No AI involved in the writing… The cover is made by it tough. [+] Tired with all the harem and only want to read about men fighting… ahmmm!! Well, this is for you. [+] Daily uploads | 2Ch | 1000-1200 Words | [-] The first 20 or so chapters are somewhat slow to improve the worldbuilding and lore of the world. I would love for you to read at least 30 chapters before deciding… is it your cup of tea or not? [+] Say with me Greeeeeed is Gooooood Thanks for Reading :]
Banteee · 101.8k Views

Reborn as a Chaos God in Warhammer

They thought they were logging into the ultimate sci-fi VRMMO. They had no idea they were the unwitting champions of a starving, newborn Chaos God. [Welcome to Epoch 40k: Mecha] The developers promised glorious mechas, interstellar colonization, and a grand sci-fi epic. Instead, players are dumped into a rotting nightmare where the tutorial involves dodging Ork raiding parties for scrap metal, and the local NPCs chant religious litanies just to repair a rusty tractor. Behind the curtain, however, a newly awakened Chaos God named Lucian Sanctus is desperately pulling the strings. Sitting at the absolute bottom of the Warp's food chain, Lucian needs to harvest emotional energy to survive. But feeding openly means drawing the ire of the established Chaos Gods—especially Slaanesh, as he knows she would love nothing more than to devour a fledgling deity before he can become a threat. His brilliant, desperate solution? Summon gamers from Earth. By disguising a grim, unforgiving reality as a virtual sandbox, Lucian can safely gorge himself on their gamer rage, triumph, and gacha-induced despair without the Emperor or the Chaos Gods noticing a thing. Armed with a total disregard for their own lives, a terrifying penchant for exploiting bugs, and a deeply questionable moral compass, these "players" have formed the Red Dawn guild. The galaxy might be a decaying cesspit, but they have sworn to fix it... or accidentally establish a brand-new galactic empire trying. -- This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.\
AHumanMadeMOFO · 766k Views

I Just Want to Farm, But My Beasts Keep Evolving!!

All Raiden wanted to do was to farm quietly. But his sheep kept fighting!! After dying in his old world and waking up in the body of a freshly graduated nobody in a world full of monsters that are bigger than the tallest skyscrapers, Raiden made a quick, sensible decision: avoiding danger at all costs. Forget becoming a battle master and monster-infested frontiers, he just wanted to take his little sister Sylvia and retire to their inherited farm to raise sheep. Peaceful, profitable, and most importantly, safe. His master plan? Buy the cheapest Woolie in the market, shear its wool, and live off the profits. Simple, right? What could go wrong? As Murphy's Law states, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. The moment he brought his adorable sheep, his cheat system activated, letting him appraise and improve the potential of anything he touched. And everything started going downhill from there. A few enhancements later, his Woolie is producing luxury wool that has fashion designers losing their minds. And unlike other sheep, this one loved to train and battle, so much that it loses half of it before the sell period. "It's fine," Raiden assured himself. "It's just a sheep. A very profitable sheep." Then it evolves. And keeps evolving. And suddenly his "harmless farm animal" is creating thunderclouds that can destroy a whole continent. He thought the problem was only with his sheep; the rest of the Terra beasts would be peaceful. The real problem, though? Every Terran he rescues thinks the same way: "Master is so kind! He doesn't force us to battle! We must train extra hard to protect him!" Now, all his supposedly peaceful, peace-loving Terrans are challenging wild Terrans to duels while he chucks pills to control his Blood Pressure in the background. His genius little sister is landing scholarships left and right, and the Continental Alliance won't stop sending him tournament invitations he desperately wants to decline. All Raiden wants is to farm in peace, pay off his debts, and maybe—just maybe survive long enough to see Sylvia graduate. Is that really too much to ask? Apparently, yes. [Update Schedule: 14 Chapters Per Week]
LordFrosty · 1m Views