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Return of Salazar Slytherin

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"Ahh, my research was successful!" Salazar Slytherin was resurrected a thousand years after his burial. After waking up, with a body of a little wizard, he returned to Hogwarts anonymously, and then he was shocked to discover: In ancient times, some families who indulged in lust with Muggles or simply being Muggle-born claimed to be pure-blood families. The lunatic who appeared as his descendant became the dark lord that people talked about, using his own banner to promote extreme ideas. "Where are the records of all the powerful curses and charms?" "While all kinds of magic spells have become fancy, the bodies of wizards are extremely weak, even the descendants of Gryffindor are no exception." #Relaxing #SliceofLife ○( ^皿^)っSupport and read 12 Chapters ahead of here at- Patreon.com/HornyFBI ________ Author/Editor: This is a new take on Slytherin like someone would feel after suddenly going to the future as he lived in ancient times. A different kind of HP Fanfic. Some parts of the story can be different from the book. There will also be some butterfly effects. Thank you for reading! _________ Original MTL name: ANCIENT WIZARDS RETURN TO HOGWARTS
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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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