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Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

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This is the end of the world — Britannia, homeland of the fairies, a paradise of Phantasmal Species far removed from the continent. At this moment, the great King Uther is already dead, the throne has long been vacant, and the holy sword still stands embedded outside the church. But for now, none of this has anything to do with Aslan. He's more concerned about when his forging skills will allow him, a mere human, to rival the gods — to become a unique symbol in this final era of Britain's Age of Gods. He's also much more concerned about what modifications his girlfriend wants to make to his body today. Everything begins here. --- Release 2 chapters/day New Fanfic, it's Typemoon. With one of my favorite character, Faerie Knight Melusine. Please check my patreon.com/Ascendance248 for up to 50 advanced chapters. A 5 star review will get 1 chapter. Thank you!
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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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