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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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Turn of the Tide

"Not good!" Kraft shouted as he pulled out a gun similar to No Mercy. ''Just Business', a 12 gauge short barrel shotgun, with the same miniature fox cravings on the wood handle itself, had been brought out magically from the depths of Kraft's coat. 

Each time he fired Just Business, fox silhouettes would appear on the handle to temporarily break open the shotgun and aid Kraft with reloading the gun.

The foxes on No Mercy had started doing the same thing, holding onto bullets at the side, waiting for the right time to reload them. It made Kraft look as if he had a platoon of foxes hovering around his arms playing with bullets and shotgun shells, to enable his insane trigger happy fingers. He was firing at a rate much faster than any gunmen ever lived, except for specialised magic casters transmuting their mana into bullets.