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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

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"Synthesis Dungeon" - Part 2

As the Archduke Bodyguards Kurt and Lark entered the room first followed by Dyke. They were thinking that this Jin was a crazy person. What demonstration could be done within just one small tiny ass interrogation room? But their eyes could not believe what was happening.

It was as if the door was a portal to another reality when they swung it open. There was no more concrete room with a poor lit light bulb at the ceiling. Neither were there any security cameras and the standard metal table with a few chairs around.

Everything had changed to an endless view of a grass plains with a two storey house right at the centre of it all. What scared them shitless was that the wind that blew against their face was fresh and cooling, rather than the stifling terrible air conditioning they had to endure within this poorly maintained police station that they were guarding. Of course, if it's not for their armour…