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Oblivion, Remembered

Ilym
Behind the glare of stage lights and the roar of applause, life has always seemed like a stage that can be controlled—dialogue is written, emotions are rehearsed, and pain is merely part of the act. Meshya is a star accustomed to portraying feelings, breathing life into other people’s stories, and moving audiences without ever truly losing control of herself. But something is beginning to crack. An unforeseen event tears away the boundary between acting and reality. The world that once felt familiar slowly turns strange, as if something long dormant… is now beginning to awaken. Amid an unexplainable chaos, one thing becomes certain: there is a part of Meshya that even she does not understand. And perhaps, was never meant to be remembered. As reality starts to tremble and truth seeps through unseen fractures, Meshya is confronted with a question far greater than any role or destiny—who is she, really, and why does the world seem to know her… more deeply than she knows herself? Because not every story is meant to be told again. Some of them… are only waiting to awaken once more.
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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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