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System: Let This Grieving Soul Retire

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Krai Andrey was just digging through his mountain of junk when he found an old, forgotten ring. It was the only relic he had ever failed to use. Staring at the strange symbols etched into the metal, a sudden realization clicked. The writing perfectly matched the ancient, indecipherable "CODE" language he had seen in the past. Without thinking, he muttered the only word he recognized. "[System]." A blue, holographic window snapped open in the air. The screen was filled entirely with that same CODE language. Panicked, Krai pulled out his Translation Staff. The glowing gibberish shifted, and the header boldly translated to: SYSTEM. Below it, two buttons blinked: [YES] and [NO]. Desperate to stop whatever he just activated, Krai slammed the [NO] button. Then, a spatial portal swallowed him instantly. When Krai opened his eyes, he was not in Imperial Capital of Zebrudia anymore. He was dumped on the farthest continent in the world. Worse, his clothes hung loose on a shrunken frame. He was a kid again. And standing in the mud in front of him were five unfamiliar slum children. But they had the exact same eyes, the same hair color, and traits as his childhood friends. "Please..." Krai whispered. "I just want to retire." Disclaimer This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own Let This Grieving Soul Retire! or any of its associated characters, settings, or lore. All rights belong to the original author, Tsukikage, and the respective publishers. This story is created for entertainment purposes only. Hashtags #LetThisGrievingSoulRetire #Misunderstanding #Comedy #Regression #Action #KraiAndrey #Tino #SasugaMaster #MasterWakami #ThousandTricks #GrievingSouls #NagekiNoBourei #StrongestWeakestLeader
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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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