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Aeternus Preator

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"Just as snakes, no matter how strong they are, will always fear eagles, therefore kings, emperors, saints or gods will all fear me ..." "You are arrogant boy." A middle-aged man in a golden robe riding a gigantic eastern dragon sneered, his aura was terrifying as he floated over a majestic city that stretched as far as the eye could see. Dense soldiers in orderly formed black full armor awaited the orders of their emperor, behind them were young and old in robes who stood on floating swords and looked with disdain at the guy in a strange armor who was muttering from a hill near the great wall made of red bricks, the guy looked up at the man riding the towering golden dragon and replied calmly. "That is what everyone tells me, but it is not my fault that I am naturally superior to you false leaders of humanity" The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed in anger and he coldly commanded his millions of soldiers who eagerly awaited his orders. "Kill him .." The millions of armored soldiers nodded and walked out the door in orderly confidence. "It's better to finish this quickly, I have other things to do ..." The guy in the armor talked to himself as if this huge army was nothing to him. "Your..." Before the emperor finished speaking he watched in horror as behind the armored guy giant shadows silently rose carrying a hammer that were covered with golden thunder full of aura of destruction. Under the horrified eyes of the emperor the gigantic hammers were thrown at his army. The soldiers looked up in confusion as to why the night lit up as if it were day and before they react, gigantic hammers the size of mountains fell on them. After a few hours a guy with strange armor walked through the ruins of a city while he looked pensively at the head of the emperor who had expressions of horror before being beheaded. "I told you even if you are the father-in-law of the son of fate, for me you are garbage ...."
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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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