Death Is For Other People
By @john1208
The apocalypse started on a Tuesday, which was already annoying. It got worse when Grigori, the local settlement bully, shoved me into the jaws of an Abyssal Hell-Hound just to save his own skin during a frantic chase through the ruins. Fortunately, the demonic invasion brought a System with it, and mine came with a beautiful glitch. I can raise the dead, and any fatal wound I take is instantly transferred to my undead summons. Naturally, my first loyal minion was Grigori's mangled corpse. Now, while the remnants of humanity cower in the crumbling vertical crater-city of Ostrog-7, I am snowballing a massive army of resurrected horrors. I recently killed a colossal Abyssal Titan and hollowed it out to serve as my personal walking fortress. But as I loot my way up the demonic hierarchy, my growing horde of meat-shields is attracting the attention of the highest Abyssal Lords. The tragic irony? The grand architect of humanity's extinction is just a desperate refugee trying to save his own people from an even worse cosmic parasite. Can I kill a god and turn it into my loyal pet before the real threat arrives?
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The Stepwell Sovereign's Bitter Harvest
By @john1208
The world of Qalhat is suffocating under endless eclipses and monstrous incursions, and the elite vanguard guilds are being slaughtered. Khavis, a haughty and disgraced combat-botanist, couldn't care less. After receiving a blood-soaked parcel containing a deed to the deadliest dungeon, he descends into the abyss simply to prove his theories on subterranean agriculture. While rival guildmaster Najila desperately battles eldritch horrors to stop the apocalypse, Khavis forces the floor’s brutal minotaur boss to plow his cursed soil. Terrified of the butcher's block, the bloodthirsty behemoth shapeshifts into a tiny, big-eyed mascot calf to earn its keep. As Khavis cultivates glowing grapes that instantly restore full mana and breeds premium monster-beef, the desperate guilds above bankrupt themselves just to afford his harvest. Alternating between Khavis’s arrogant obsession with soil pH and Najila’s harrowing fight for survival, the two clash over prices, pride, and the fate of humanity. But when they discover the architect of the apocalypse was only trying to seal away an even greater cosmic threat, will Khavis have to abandon his perfect harvest to save the world?
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Bullet-Casing Necromancy: The Leviathan Fleet
By @john1208
The sky over Akkadia Prime bled toxic green, and a dying courier drone dropped a basalt lockbox at my feet. Inside? A vial of swirling black shadow, an antique revolver, and a clay tablet etched in my own handwriting: 'Drink the shadow, shoot the first thing that knocks, and smile. The Xar-Kutu are here.' I always knew I was a genius, but apparently, my past self triggered an alien bio-apocalypse just to give me a head start. When the Xar-Kutu spores began melting the population into silent, screaming bio-horrors, I found my true calling. I don't just raise the dead - I arm them. Why give a skeleton a rusty sword when you can fuse its ribcage with a heavy machine gun? Now, I'm leading a trigger-happy undead platoon through a terrifying, fog-choked nightmare to keep my little sister, Nia, safe. Toss in a grumpy sniper named Zadira who can't decide whether to kiss me or shoot me, and we're having a grand old time. But as we prepare to conquer a massive, ocean-dwelling bio-leviathan to carry my undead army across the poisoned seas, I have to wonder... what exactly did my past self do to cause this, and what is waiting for us on the other shore?
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The Catastrophic Gardener of Zohal
By @john1208
Jalil is publicly cast out of the Sun-Forged Vanguard in the Grand Bazaar of Qadira, mocked by arrogant S-Rank hunters for possessing a useless 'Dirt-Molding' ability. Exhausted by the sheer stupidity of this new fantasy world, the world-weary transmigrator wanders into the lethal Crimson Wastes just to get some peace and quiet. He slaps together a simple mud hut and starts a garden. He has no idea his infinite stats have caused the hut to radiate staggering divine energy. When Virog, a catastrophic world-eating dragon, descends to devour him, Jalil angrily swats the beast with a fishing rod. Terrified, the colossal monster shrinks into a fluffy desert cat just to survive. Meanwhile, the Vanguard's elites are tracking apocalyptic energy spikes, convinced a Primordial God is amassing a monster army to destroy civilization. As they launch a frantic, action-packed crusade against this unknown threat, Jalil is simply trying to crossbreed spicy radishes. The two wildly different realities are on a collision course. With an elite army marching on his garden and his former comrade Farnaz leading the charge while silently grieving her unspoken love for him, how long until the Vanguard realizes the apocalypse is just a sarcastic farmer holding a watering can?
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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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The Spire Farm Fiasco
By @john1208
When I tripped over my own boots and fell face-first into the S-Rank Malagro Catacombs during my very public, very embarrassing Vetrano Hunters' Academy expulsion ceremony, everyone assumed I was dead. Instead, I found out the subterranean soil down in the abyss is absolutely sublime. So, I did what any reasonable guy with the 'Telluric Breath' soil-aeration skill would do: I started a vegetable garden. Now, my giant bloodthirsty Sanguine Dread-Lupine, Brambol, fetches the bones of fallen monsters like sticks, and the terrifying undead dungeon boss, Morzanto the Ashen, pays me rent in legendary artifacts just so I'll keep feeding him my magical cabbages. But my peaceful agricultural life is under threat. My hyper-healing lettuce has accidentally crashed the outside world's potion economy, sparking massive underground black markets. Worse, the Guildmaster keeps sending elite hit-squads to trample my crops for a surprisingly heartbreaking reason! Will I be able to harvest my impenetrable shield-pumpkins before the overzealous hunters ruin my farm, or will I have to unleash my golden-retriever-brained hellhound to defend my plot?
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Night Shift Menagerie
By @john1208
I'm Banto Silar. I work the graveyard shift at the Obarto Mega-Mall. I’m drowning in debt, my uniform is held together by duct tape, and I’m secretly in love with Nisra, the sweet night-shift florist who is tragically allergic to animal dander. My rock-bottom life gets a whole lot weirder when a misdelivered crate bites my finger, awakening the [Beast Caretaker System]. It promised me wealth and domestic bliss if I completed simple pet-raising missions. The catch? I have to do them in broad daylight, in the most crowded plazas in the city. I've had to sing lullabies to a fire hydrant and bottle-feed a feral street pigeon in front of hundreds of laughing shoppers. But the rewards are the real trap! That 'Designer Watch' I won? It's a metallic, blood-sucking tick that throws a tantrum if I look at other jewelry. The 'Luxury Sedan'? A two-ton rhinoceros-beetle that drinks premium unleaded gas and demands belly rubs. I’m getting rich, but my tiny apartment is a zoo of disguised monsters. Can I survive the System's traps long enough to pay off my debts, or will my needy pets destroy my only chance at a normal life?
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Grave Mismanagement
By @john1208
Eneko was fully prepared to die. Surrounded by beeping monitors and his weeping younger sister, Maite, his failing heart was finally giving out. Then the sky shattered, fractal gates erupted across San Telmo, and a goblin crashed through his hospital window. Cured by an incredibly snarky System, Eneko is furious that his peaceful exit was ruined. Armed with the power of Necromancy, he raises a flimsy, jawless skeleton, only to discover he can fuse it with the goblin to create a terrifying mutant. As Eneko violently slaughters his way through the apocalypse to protect Maite, his army of spliced abominations snowballs into a horrifying legion. He even kills and revives Oskur-Zar, an elite god of war who is absolutely thrilled to finally serve a master with proper rage issues. But as Eneko alternates between battling Earth's invaders and hiding his massive army in his sub-space inventory, a horrific truth emerges. The interdimensional refugees fleeing a world-eating horror? They’re running from his inventory. Will Eneko save Earth, or just conquer two universes by accident?
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A Cozy Apocalypse for the Cyber-Necromancer
By @john1208
The Multiverse Tutorial was supposed to weed out the weak, but it didn’t account for Dovjen. Sprinting through a ruined tech plaza with a pack of bio-mechanical hounds snapping at his heels, Dovjen awakens a unique twist on the necromancer class: he can resurrect both rotting flesh and shattered machinery. Fusing a discarded battery with a fallen security guard's skeleton, he raises Tibor - a lowly minion destined to become a towering, laser-wielding Death Knight. As the tutorial ravages the planet, Dovjen begins looting impossible bosses and reviving them as his loyal pets. He recruits an ancient lich who becomes obsessed with repairing Earth's smartphones, and adopts towering mecha-beasts that just want belly rubs. Dovjen treats his terrifying undead horde with heartwarming affection, but is mercilessly brutal to anyone who threatens his new family. As his unstoppable cyber-army marches toward the heart of the tutorial, Dovjen uncovers a shocking truth about the ruthless Overseer orchestrating Earth’s torment. Will he destroy the architect of the apocalypse, or realize her cruel death-games are the only thing keeping an even darker doom at bay?
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The Hellfire Harvest
By @john1208
It all starts with a shady deal being struck in a dimly lit tavern. Tarlok Vosh, a world-weary and sarcastic botanist, thinks he is signing the deed for a cheap, government-subsidized community garden. He doesn't realize he just bought Floor 88 of the apocalyptic Chasm of Krov. Armed with a rusty hoe, Tarlok completely misunderstands the rules of his new reality. Told in alternating perspectives between Tarlok's mundane grumbling and the terrified awe of Orikala Zev - a double agent sent to assassinate the "New Dread Lord" but who ends up silently pining for him while weeding his tomatoes - the absurdity only escalates. Tarlok's bizarre crops, like carrots that permanently boost agility and eyesight, have accidentally spawned ruthless black markets, crashing the outside economy with magical lettuce. Meanwhile, a demonic succubus has abandoned soul-stealing to furiously bake pies in his kitchen, and the towering dungeon boss begged to be hired as a farmhand just for free food. But with the world's elite vanguard mobilizing to raid his cozy sanctuary, how long can Tarlok remain blissfully ignorant of the apocalypse just past his picket fence?
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Leviathan of the Black Tide
By @john1208
I never thought my deathbed would be the place I’d finally understand the apocalypse. As my lungs filled with the alien bio-spores that had devastated our world, my trusted mentor, Overseer Gavric, leaned in and smiled. He hadn't come to comfort me; he came to gloat that he was the one who sold humanity to the Velkiri invaders. I died a bleeding-heart fool who cared too much. But the alien toxins didn’t end me - they mutated my resonance, allowing me to rip the shadows from the dead. I started with the flooded tomb of Sentinel Krynos, our fallen champion, extracting his towering silhouette to serve as my first loyal soldier. Now, I have a cold, flawless plan to dismantle Gavric’s traitorous empire piece by piece. There’s just one problem: my ridiculous compulsion to save everyone keeps getting in the way. It’s also what keeps throwing me into the path of Nimari, a ruthless scavenger rival who used to despise my kindness but now fights fiercely by my side. I've just slaughtered a massive alien sea-leviathan and resurrected its shadow to carry my undead army across the toxic oceans. Gavric won't know what hit him - but can my compassionate heart survive a war of absolute extermination?
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Necropolis on the March
By @john1208
I woke up inside the digestive tract of a crashed Vlaxari bio-ship. Not exactly a five-star hotel. But when a glowing interface popped up offering me the 'Genesis Mandate,' I thought I’d unlocked a cozy settlement-building game! My first 'villager' is Ollin, a legendary hero from the old world who seems awfully grumpy for a skeleton, and my 'farm' is surrounded by extraterrestrial bio-horrors that melted humanity. By killing these terrifying alien bosses, I can revive them to till my fields, lay bricks, and forge weapons. The crazy part? The more my undead build and harvest, the stronger they get. I even managed to kill a sky-scraping Makara Behemoth and slapped a town square right on its back! Now I have a walking fortress, a delightfully prickly scout named Ixchel (who I'm pretty sure is reporting my movements to an alien death cult), and a rapidly expanding metropolis. But as I finally read the system's fine print, I realized my 'friendship points' are actually a global domination meter. Did I accidentally become the apocalypse's final boss?
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Eclipse of the Usurper
By @john1208
The Ethereal Court has initiated the Culling - a brutal survival game meant to entertain bored deities. When a divine Envoy descends into a collapsing bunker to draft Earth’s most brilliant tactical mind as a puppet, the paralyzed and ruthless Zirul turns the tables. In a tense, dying bargain, Zirul forces a permanent identity swap, stealing the Envoy's flawless avatar and trapping the god's servant in his doomed human body. Now recognized by the System as a divine administrator, Zirul claims the forbidden power of Shadow Extraction. He doesn't raise rotting corpses; he tears the ethereal essence directly from his foes. Starting with the Envoy's own ghostly assassin - a phantom capable of phasing through solid walls - Zirul's solitary march snowballs into an unstoppable one-man army. His ultimate prize? Slaying the ocean-dwelling leviathan Abzu-Kurgal to serve as a living, sea-faring fortress for his endless shadow legion. The story alternates between Zirul's calculating conquests and the machinations of Osham, a wise human elder who knows Zirul's secret and plots to use the false god for his own ascension. Surrounded by enemies, can a usurper survive the wrath of true deities?
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The Immortal Caretaker of the Apocalypse
By @john1208
Waking up inside a sealed stasis-pod orbiting the shattered moon, Tashin plunges back down to an Earth fractured by the Abyssal Maw. The world is now a frozen, demon-infested wasteland, but Tashin isn't fighting alone. He is greeted by Khandro, a ghostly assassin who can phase through solid walls - and who claims Tashin's past self arranged everything. Though Tashin has no memories, he possesses a terrifying power: he can revive defeated apocalyptic bosses as fiercely loyal pets. Better yet, any damage Tashin takes is instantly transferred to his undead, making him functionally immortal. Armed with a gentle smile and quiet ruthlessness, Tashin traverses the ruins, brewing tea for weary survivors while his ever-growing horde effortlessly slaughters demons. When he defeats a colossal Abyssal Titan, he resurrects it into a walking fortress to safely shelter humanity's remnants. But as he loots the ultimate world-ending bosses, the breadcrumbs left by his past self reveal a chilling truth. Why did the old Tashin erase his own memories, and did he orchestrate the very apocalypse they are now trying to survive?
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Scrap-Metal Sovereign
By @john1208
I was bleeding out on the asphalt of Oshkadar, using my own body to shield a stranger from a tutorial-spawned mechanical hound, when the prompt appeared. It wasn't the System. It was a recorded message from *me*. "If you're seeing this, my memory wipe worked. You're soft. You're kind. And you have exactly three seconds to say 'Override'." When the multiverse integrated Earth into its deadly tutorial, it wasn't a random tragedy. My past self - a betrayed multiversal tyrant - pulled Earth into the meat-grinder specifically to trap the Pantheon of gods who murdered him. To execute this cold, centuries-in-the-making revenge, he left me a unique gift: the power to resurrect both flesh and ruined machinery as loyal cyber-undead. Now, I’m a healer forced to play the role of a ruthless mastermind. My first summon is a fallen angel whose shattered wings I rebuilt with drone scrap. As my mechanized horde grows, and slaughtered war gods bow to me as their supreme tactician, I have to wonder: can I save what's left of humanity without becoming the monster I used to be?
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Sprouts of the Calamity Spire
By @john1208
Tenam’s ordinary morning of brewing butter-tea and tending his terraced garden was violently interrupted when the Galdan Spire plummeted from the sky, swallowing his village and trapping his farm on the ninety-ninth floor. Worse, the disaster separated him from his fiancée, Zempa. Fiercely loyal and dangerously hot-tempered, Tenam refuses to die in a dungeon. He beats back nightmare beasts with a hoe, forces a legendary griffin into becoming his produce courier, and intimidates the terrifying floor boss into paying rent in legendary artifacts just to keep the peace. As he cultivates glowing crops to fund his descent into the Spire's depths, he inadvertently crashes the apocalyptic economy; outside the tower, frantic hunters form massive black markets just to trade for his magical lettuce. But Tenam doesn’t care about wealth or saving the wasteland. Armed with cherry tomatoes that explode like grenades, he descends to the Spire's core to rescue the woman he loves. However, as the hunters he accidentally empowered launch an assault on the dungeon's architect, Tenam realizes the truth. Will his harvest be enough to save Zempa when he discovers she is the very Dungeon Heart everyone is trying to destroy?
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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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Scourge of the Rifts
By @john1208
Vadim never asked to be the villain. He was just a cynical scavenger surviving the modern era until a courier handed him a bloodstained parcel containing the ashes of Dragos, the world's fallen hero. Minutes later, a Rift tore through the city of Novagrad, burying Vadim beneath the rubble. Instead of dying, he awakens in the body of the Gravewalker - the very monster who murdered Dragos. Now, Vadim possesses an ancient necromancy that shares his physical damage with his summons, making him virtually immortal as long as his army stands. To survive the endless hordes pouring from the Rifts, Vadim starts by resurrecting the fallen hero Dragos as his first death knight. Carving a brutally efficient path through the apocalypse, he loots elite bosses and revives them as loyal pets - including Mirela, a corrupted saintess who heals his dead with dark light. But with the world's top hunters obsessively tracking the Gravewalker's face, can Vadim conquer the apocalypse before his stolen identity gets him executed?
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Arsenal of the Dead
By @john1208
Bramen just wanted to bury his brother in peace. Instead, the sky fractured, the Crucible of Zenith initiated, and Earth was forcibly drafted into a lethal multiverse tutorial. Armed with biting sarcasm and a weary trigger finger, the burnt-out combat medic awakens a unique class that allows him to raise the slain as loyal undead - and equip them with modern ballistic firearms. His first companion? A terrifying shadow beast that hides safely within his own silhouette. As the tutorial ramps up from flooded urban skirmishes to apocalyptic oceanic raids, Bramen loots the corpses of seemingly unbeatable bosses, snowballing into a heavily armed one-man battalion. After he and the fiercely driven scout Tavira conquer a colossal ocean leviathan, they resurrect it to carry his undead army across the drowned continents. Yet, as they hunt the alien architect orchestrating Earth's suffering, they uncover a devastating truth: Arbiter Othrun is harvesting Earth only to save his own freezing, extinct homeworld. Narrated through the alternating perspectives of a cynical necromancer and a hopeful sniper, the lines between monster and savior blur. Can Bramen pull the trigger on a doomed species to save his own, or is there a way to break the system entirely?
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The Eerie Orchard of the Exiled Heir
By @john1208
At the lavish engagement gala of the Hegemony's cruelest nobleman, a calculating spymaster named Zigor executes a desperate gambit: a cursed identity swap. Now trapped in the body of the disgraced groom, Iker, he is instantly banished to the Oiz Spire - an eldritch, mist-draped dungeon where exiles are sent to be devoured. But Zigor approaches his grimdark banishment with chilling logic. If the soil is steeped in monstrous blood, it is highly fertile. Soon, he establishes a thriving, macabre farmstead amidst the eerie fog. He cultivates cherry tomatoes that detonate like shrapnel grenades and grows apples so potent they instantly heal fatal wounds, rendering all traditional alchemy obsolete. Back in the capital, his loyal best friend Nerea secretly manages the black-market sale of his crops, watching the Hegemony’s potion economy utterly collapse. Meanwhile, Zigor adopts a giant, blood-soaked wolf that acts like a needy golden retriever, and the Spire’s terrifying Apex Boss transforms into a tiny, fluffy moth-mascot just to sleep by his cozy hearth. But with the bankrupt Alchemists' Guild dispatching elite inquisitors to eradicate the rogue farmer, can Zigor protect his eerie sanctuary before his true identity - and his unspoken love for Nerea - is exposed?
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The Pompous Scholar's Apocalyptic Orchard
By @john1208
Tavran never confessed his feelings to Ysadell before the catastrophic rift claimed her. Standing at her empty-casket funeral, the prickly, immensely proud scholar inherits her final possession: a gateway key to the Ziggurat of Qen, the deadliest dungeon on earth. Determined to honor her by completing her final mission, Tavran enters the abyss - and immediately misinterprets the apocalyptic System. To his stubborn mind, 'Slay the Abyssal Earth-Render' clearly means 'tame this beast to plow the soil.' 'Hellfire Eruption' is merely the optimal climate for his rare sun-apples. Soon, his impenetrable shield-pumpkins and miraculous healing apples render the outside world's potion economy entirely worthless. He even domesticates a terrifying shadow dragon just to perfectly roast marshmallow-slimes, and the legendary dungeon boss has surrendered his dark reign to open a bustling farmers market for Tavran's cabbages. But as Tavran stubbornly builds a cozy, chaotic paradise in the heart of darkness, fending off bankrupt potion-barons with weaponized vegetables, a bittersweet question lingers: what if the dungeon's ultimate reward is the power to bring Ysadell back?
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Claws, Combs, and Crocodile Tears
By @john1208
Zirka sacrificed everything to strike a blood-pact, purchasing a feral Doom-Maw and teaming up with the deadpan handler Vondur to conquer the decennial Voragian Tournament. There’s just one problem: Zirka trained for a deathmatch, only to discover she entered a televised monster beauty pageant. As she aggressively pivots from combat drills to extreme blow-outs, Vondur’s childhood friend Trillia slithers into their camp. Playing the tomboyish 'bro' who allegedly understands Vondur better, Trillia uses fake tears and guilt-trips about past favors to try and steal him away while sabotaging Zirka’s grooming supplies. But Trillia's victim act fails miserably. When a sabotaged acid-comb nearly explodes, Vondur completely ignores Trillia’s loud sobbing to check if Zirka is unharmed. Together, the strictly platonic duo ruthlessly exposes Trillia's sabotage on live broadcast, prompting Trillia's own aristocratic family to instantly disown her for ruining their brand. With her fragile younger brother cheering from the stands, Zirka is finally free to aggressively style her apex predator. Can a bloodthirsty murder-beast win best in show?
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The Billionaire's Poisonous Pet Project
By @john1208
Barris Trelon is simply too nice. For twenty years, his high-society parents were so busy managing their public image that they legitimately forgot they had two sons, leaving his twin brother Korin to steal all the credit for Barris's miraculous botanical inventions. Barris didn’t mind; he just wanted his plants to be loved. But when the Trelons forget to bring Barris to his own grandmother's funeral, a notoriously ruthless billionaire intervenes. Magnar Veldross, the tyrant of Ostrum City, crashes the funeral to dramatically sweep Barris away, showering him with a private estate and extreme favoritism. There’s just one catch: Magnar’s "reward" is a trap. His mansion is overrun by illegal, violently aggressive magical flora, and he needs Barris’s hidden plant-whispering talent to avoid being eaten in his sleep. Told in alternating perspectives, Barris cheerfully perceives the lethal garden as "misunderstood," while a highly stressed Magnar watches in horror. As Barris sparks a slow-burn romance with Jessa - Korin's former rival who uncovers the truth - the Trelon family goes completely bankrupt without Barris’s creations. When they come crawling back to beg for help, will they even survive Barris's fiercely protective, carnivorous new friends?
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