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The Price Was Us

Rina_Pearl
Everything Sucks, People are desperate to get the bag, People kill to get the bag, People are destroyed to get the bag, People betray loyal kinsmen to get the bag, People get to become maniacs to get the bag, People forget their roots to get the bag, People forget their loved ones to get the bag, People forget the son of whom they are to get the bag, Both good and bad people want to get the bag, Good people turn bad to get the bag; Bad people turn worse to get the bag, Everybody keeps chasing the bag. Those who don't have interest in the bag, Will be controlled by the bag. The Bag wants it to be worshiped by all sorts of people, Everyone wants the bag one way or the other. This resonates in the world where everyone wants this bag, The consequences the bag brings, while chasing or not, tested the fate of Catherine Mason and Elvin George as they both strive not to get driven by the bag. Grab your Popcorn, Cafe rum, or any other stuff that will accompany you while we delve into the world of Catherine Mason and Elvin George and let see how the bag tested their fate.
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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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