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HSR: Diviner of Luofu

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Zero didn’t have any lofty ambitions. Power? Fame? He didn’t want any of it. The very thought of sitting in a high position and having to deal with endless troubles made him feel exhausted in both body and mind. “You and that Swordmaster, Jingliu, you two… is there some something going on between you two?” Jingliu, the Swordmaster of Luofu. White hair, red eyes, cold temperament, outstanding looks. She was a high mountain flower, untouchable by ordinary people, only to be admired from afar. She rarely showed any emotions on her face. Only a few people had ever caught a glimpse of expressions on Jingliu’s face beyond that icy mask. Zero considered himself one of those exceptions. ——— “Best friend~” “My best friend!” “My dearest best friend!” “…” Zero stared silently at the levitating head, who was known as 'Aha'— Aeon of Elation. ———— TAGS: #Singlefemalelead #nonchalantmc #uselesssystem ❀═IT'S A TRANSLATION═❀ 崩坏星轨:罗浮占卜师
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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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