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MHA: Ultimate Outsider

DolphinFucker69
"The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters." The most turbulent time in human history, when "Quirks" aren't possessed by most of the population. The split? 70/30. And yet the problem of "Meta Human Abilities" aka MHA, seems to be at the heart of all modern conflict. The world teeters on the edge of total collapse as tensions, old and new, rear their ugly heads. Then we meet John Doe, newly assigned member of the Bureau of Meta-Human Control , or BMC. Tasked with "mediating" the peace in JonesTown, where there is a mass increase of a "quirky" population. Tough job, all things considered, if not for the alien being currently bonded to his mind. "You/I/We better buckle up partner, it's gonna be a wild ride." *check notes if you want some insight on... whatever I have here. It's mostly just me talking to myself for now
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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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