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From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!

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There comes a point in every man's life when he contemplates whether the world was made for him. This was the thought consuming a man named Byung. There was nothing left to live for. He had flunked out of college while suffering from muscular dystrophy—a disability that limited everything he could do. He had the brains to think, but lacked the physical ability to carry out those thoughts, leaving him trapped within his mind. He didn't flunk out due to his lack of intellect, if anything, it was his incredibly high IQ that brought him here. He had to feed his mind things since his body was a husk that trapped it in. But at the end of the day, depression won because no one showed interest in him, so he never even got to lose his virginity. Jobs refused to hire him because of his physical limitations. He hated his parents for bringing him into this world, only to abandon him by dying in an accident shortly after. Who was going to take care of him now? There was nothing left to live for. Byung knew his life would be different if only he could live like everyone else. But that wasn't his fate. The universe had decided to play a cruel joke on him. What if there was no afterlife, though? "I'd be glad," Byung muttered with a defeated smile, seated in his wheelchair on the side of the road. The chair was barely holding together—the pull ring loose, threatening to break at any moment. "Goodbye, cruel world..." These were Byung's last words before rolling into oncoming traffic. The infamous Truck-kun, responsible for countless isekai deaths, came to his rescue, sweeping him off the road and ending his miserable life. ------ "Zit mi-grok," a voice exclaimed. This was certainly not a language Byung recognized. He assumed this was one of those moments when your life flashes before your eyes—perhaps some forgotten childhood memory. But when his eyes opened, everything changed. What came into view were green monsters. "What the bloody fuck is this!?" Byung exclaimed. His first thought: hell. But the gigantic breasts in front of him suggested otherwise. From the corner of his eye, he caught glimpses of his surroundings. These weren't average monsters. These were goblins! . . [[[This is a dual system novel that focuses heavily on plot despite the title]]]
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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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