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To Ascent A Lie

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This novel introduces not redemption and correction; it asks for understanding of what lays behind the unmoral process of existence. ₒₕ Dₑₐᵣ Cₕᵢₗd ₒf Cₐᵣbₒₙ (¿) --------------------------- 【The Game Has Started】 『Goal: Avoid Death. Penalty upon failure: Level 1 of Decoheresion; The Final Branch of the Antler (?) {E n t r o p i z a t i o n }』 ◣━━━━━━━━━━━◢ ◇──◆──◇──◆◇──◆──◇──◆ ---------------《--¤--¤--¤--》---------- The sky trembled. A figure in a white robe that reached his ankles walked barefoot through the snow, his black hair blown roughly back by the wind. Footsteps no larger than a young man’s marked his presence, a long trail swallowed slowly by the blizzard behind him. Above, the sky darkened into a black abyss, scattered with distant white dots. Stars. He paused. Pitch-black eyes, half hidden beneath his hair, lifted to the sky as a small rift appeared. From it, a thin, black, cosmic arm extended, tearing open a doorway into space before subtly withdrawing and vanishing. “It starts,” he murmured, no emotion in his voice. “The first arc has begun. Arc 0 has started. Just started. Finally started.” A smile made it ways on his slightly red lips like a nameless star. A Witness after all the Witnesses are dead. L e t s d e s t r o y t h e p r o t a g o n i s t , s h a l l w e? ------ ( + ) ------- WARNING: Do not trust the words of the novel, trust it, and the lie has become a truth, lest you miss the three lies. The novel is built on three lies, unravel and you win, fail, and you don't lose; you cease the concept of it.
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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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