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Procession of Light in the Darkness

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Prologue: Reflections of the Wandering Souls This world is a vast procession of a thousand stories. Some are laughing, some are weeping, while others bid a silent farewell—much like that tiny sparrow lying forgotten at the corner of a busy street. We are all marching in this grand parade, but do we truly know our destination? "Procession of Light in the Darkness" is not a tale of a fictional hero’s grandeur. Instead, it is a mirror reflecting the lives of you, me, and those around us who remain lonely even in a crowd. Each chapter here is a window into a different soul. Sometimes, this mirror will reveal the harsh cruelty of society; at other times, it will capture a flicker of spiritual light (Noor) piercing through the heart of darkness. I am not here to tell stories of the conscience, of lost humanity, and of the arduous journey to rediscover oneself. In this procession of shadows, can we become the light for one another? Let us dive deep into these fragments of life.
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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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