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Dxd/multiverse: Reincarnated as Issei

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Most people who reincarnate into a supernatural world with a System immediately start grinding levels, fighting gods, and diving headfirst into danger. Not me. I’ve already lived a stressful life full of regrets, and I absolutely refuse to do it again. When I woke up in the body of Issei Hyoudou—a guy destined to be surrounded by Devils, Fallen Angels, and massive plot-heavy headaches—I made a simple choice: I’m opting out. Instead of a tyrannical System forcing me to save the world, I ended up with a "Self-Serve" System. I write my own mundane quests, and the System pays me for them. [User Quest Created: Successfully dodge the Occult Research Club all week.] [Reward: 'Perception Filter' (Passive) & Unlimited Iced Coffee.] But dodging the supernatural factions in Kuoh Town is getting exhausting. Fortunately, my System doubles as a multiverse travel agency. By accepting the occasional "Optional Quest," I get all-expenses-paid vacation portals to other universes. Cursed sorcerers fighting in Shibuya? Sounds like a "them" problem; I'm just here for the local bakery. Superheroes destroying New York? Cool, I'll watch from a lawn chair with a hot dog. Armed with passive skills for absolute comfort, a self-issued quest board, and a multiverse travel pass, watch me completely ignore the main plot. Red Dragon Emperor? Nah. I'm just a guy trying to enjoy a peaceful second chance.
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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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