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Shadow Slave: Wish Upon a Star

ConquererOfMonaco
A narcissist one day finds himself, transmigrated into the world of Shadow Slave with a sword plunged into his chest! Armed with a powerful Aspect and an ominous Flaw he must save this new and perilous world or die trying. Or not save it at all and just die. ______ I’ve noticed that not many Shadow Slave OC FanFics exist out there so I decided to try and make one myself. What I enjoy the most in Fanfics are cool deviations from the original storyline so expect a few of those. Unfortunately, you won’t be seeing much in the Academy arc. I also want to add that I want to make this fanfic feel like shadow slave as close as possible so chapters will be about that length as well as no strange and underserved power ups, and hopefully there will be some semblance of a coherent plot. Be cautious! there will probably be tons of spoilers so I’m adding this warning. This is my first attempt at writing a Fanfic so all feedback and criticisms are appreciated! Thanks for reading! PS: That cover is just a random image I found on Pinterest and I have no ownership of it whatsoever nor do I know the original artist.
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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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