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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. (I’ll post roughly 3 chapters a day for the first two weeks, then ease back to 1 chapter a day after burning through my backups. The times will be around 9 a.m., then 18–20 server time. That’s it. Bye.)
Potato_mine · 4.6k Views

Operation: Take Dad to Meet Mom (and Hope They Don’t Duel)

[GGAD + HP + heavy headcanons + Agarth pretending to be weird and clueless] No CP for the protagonist. Romance is only between the two dads (GGAD). Everyone knows how the legendary Dark Lord Grindelwald lost to the radiant Albus Dumbledore and locked himself away in Nurmengard afterward. What fewer people know is that… in 1978, a kid appeared in Nurmengard. A kid who looks a little too much like Dumbledore. --- Agarth: “Dad, why didn’t you tell me Mom was a beautiful old lady with a mustache?” Grindelwald: “The word is handsome, Agarth.” Agarth: “Okay, but why didn’t you say she was a pretty little handsome guy, then?” When Dumbledore’s name appears in the Hogwarts admission book tied to a child… he shows up to deliver the letter personally. Only to find himself face to face with a child—boy? girl? gremlin?—with blue eyes, fiery red hair, and zero understanding of personal space. Agarth: “Mom, your beard looks amazing! Can I have it?” (rips it off magically) Agarth: “Look, Dad! Now your beard and Mom’s beard can be together forever. Like soulmates. Like me and chaos. Isn’t that romantic?” Dumbledore: (…) Grindelwald: (…help) This is the chaotic tale of a possibly schizophrenic child who may or may not have been born from magic, fire, and spite—now dead set on helping his dad win back his “mom.” Mostly daily life. Very little plot. A lot of weird, magical family drama.
KanneHime · 106.2k Views

My Life (After Countless Reincarnations) in Runeterra

"Reincarnation is a cosmic game of Russian roulette, and my latest prize is Demacia. The kingdom of justice, order, and petricite forests that suppress magic. The problem? I'm practically a walking magical fuse. Between Mage Hunters sniffing out heresy and citizens who see a stray spark as an invitation to be burned at the stake, surviving here takes more than just luck. The good news is that after hundreds of lifetimes, I've learnt how to fend for myself... and I attract trouble like a poro to a tasty treat. My plan? Get the hell out of here, explore the strangest corners of Runeterra, and preferably, avoid a pathetic death. But something tells me that in this world of forgotten gods and looming wars, 'simple' isn't on the cards. After all, what could possibly go wrong? Don't answer that." ------------------- Author's Notes ------------------- English isn't my first language. I'm still learning! So please forgive any grammatical mistakes or awkward phrasing. (If you spot anything that sounds a bit off, please do let me know in the comments. I'd love the feedback to help me improve). This is a Runeterra fanfiction. As we all know (even Riot can't quite seem to get it straight), there are several different timelines. To avoid getting lost, I've created my own. The universe here is a hybrid: it blends elements of older League of Legends lore with what was shown in Arcane. In Arcane, some champions simply don't exist, but I'm too fond of them to leave them out. So, in this universe, both worlds meet. Story Style: This is intended as a slice-of-life adventure, inspired by Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (Sousou no Frieren). This means it will focus more on the journey, dialogue, discovery, and magical day-to-day life, rather than on huge, epic battles all the time. Romance is not the main focus. However, if it does happen, it will be Yuri. I'm by no means an expert on LoL lore (I'm guilty of mostly just knowing the champions I play cough cough). So, it's likely some things might stray from canon. If you notice any drastic divergences, please go easy on me! Instead, feel free to leave a comment: I'd genuinely appreciate the chance to read your thoughts, learn from them, and even make adjustments where it makes sense.
Hannahchan · 222.3k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 302.5k Views