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Number One Dungeon Supplier

In a modern world where cultivators need a place to cultivate or vent their boredom, there are private businesses that set up instance dungeons with the aid of technology and cultivation magic to enable cultivators to train and commoners to experience the life of cultivation. They are called dungeon suppliers. Xie Jin's one and only dream was to be a dungeon supplier and when his only relative passed away, the relative's inheritance gave him a plot of land and surprisingly, a 'System' Module which the relative had previously used. With the help of the system, Xie Jin decided to pursue his dream of becoming the number one dungeon supplier. ----------- (13/8/2020) Author's opinion: At this point, this book had hundreds of chapters worth of content which I had planned for a long time. If you wish to undertake the book and appreciate the story, please read it up till chapter 300s to understand the sudden twist in chapter 100s. i will admit that during that time, I am still a young budding author and could have expressed the story better in the early hundred chapters. But I assure you the story development is worth it. ----------- Discord channel: https://discord.gg/KkUXzjTKf9 If you have some spare change, please buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/moloxiv

Moloxiv · Fantasy
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High Elves' Attack -Final

Jin saw the whole thing in motion when he was informed a few 'Earth' days later that the High Elves had reached the outskirts of the New Adventurer Town. Like what Kraft had described, the High Elves despite their hunger, the lack of armour, and weapon maintenance (Some were likely sabotaged by the Night Foxes when they were not looking) had continued their façade. 

Standing all high and mighty on their horsebacks, the High Elves began shouting their decree that the citizens of New Adventurer's Town had to pay their tribute in terms of coin and resources to the High Elves. 

Obviously, the Orcs and Goblins who had been 'hired' by Jin and Kraft continued to man their own business, not responding to the crazy group of High Elves who were on their horsebacks shouting their lungs out to be heard.