The Warlord's Impregnable Pumpkin Patch
By @john1208
Sullka was a painfully shy botanist who preferred plants to people. But after a bizarre cosmic mishap, he wakes up in mid-air, plummeting toward the highest terrace of the Qullu Ziggurat. Worse, he is trapped inside the hulking, heavily tattooed body of Zarutha, the realm's most feared warlord. Terrified of the bloodthirsty dungeon monsters, Sullka stubbornly falls back on the only thing he understands: agriculture. Armed with terrifying warlord strength, he wrestles the floor's dungeon boss - a massive obsidian-horned minotaur - into a makeshift harness to plow the volcanic soil. Soon, the terrifying beast is happily tilling fields and violently defending Sullka's cabbage patch from invading monsters. But while Sullka blushes his way through awkward encounters with a deadly assassin sent to kill him, his cozy farm begins causing global chaos. His magical healing apples are completely bankrupting the world's potion guilds, and his giant pumpkins are being deployed as impenetrable siege shields by a scheming elder. With furious alchemists funding a massive crusade to burn his farm to the ground, can this meek botanist protect his peaceful orchard, or will his agricultural supremacy accidentally conquer the world?
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Sowing Seeds in the Slaughter Zone
By @john1208
I'm dodging venomous stingers on the 4th Floor of the Obalis Spire when it hits me: this blood-soaked dirt has the exact pH needed for my heirloom tomatoes. I'm Tiras, and while the rest of humanity is screaming about the monster apocalypse, I'm just trying to run a farm. My past self apparently regressed my soul to save the world, but instead of god-tier sword skills, he left me a sarcastic system interface and a bag of enchanted seeds. Now, I'm throwing exploding vines at monsters by day and aggressively gifting vegetables by night. My best friend Orikas is definitely hiding a massive secret, and Yenna - the terrifyingly gorgeous Guildmaster I am desperately in love with - keeps trying to rescue me from dungeons I've already turned into orchards. Things are escalating fast: I've got a Minotaur boss pulling my plow, a Floor 50 Warlord addicted to my magical espresso, and the global economy just crashed so hard the government is begging to pay me taxes in onions. But with the Spire expanding, can my chaotic combat-farm save the world before the final floor collapses?
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