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Interview with the Vampire:one of the first

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An aspiring psychologist, Koryn Vael, meets a helpless end in an accident. Fully expecting an afterlife or perhaps some kind of eternal nothingness he instead awakens half buried in snow, with an insatiable pit in his stomach and a body that feels familiar yet foreign at the same time. This fic follows Koryn’s adventures in the distant past of the Interview with the Vampire series, as he adopts the moniker of “Dracula” and begins building his legend among humans, vampires, and the broader supernatural forces of the world. The story blends elements from the original books but focuses primarily on the TV series. I’m actively researching the world’s history as I write, so if you notice any inconsistencies or characters acting out of… well character, please let me know. I don’t have a complete grasp of every character beyond the show, but I’m happy to adjust and improve as needed. I plan to take this fic as far as inspiration and your feedback will carry it. also I took inspo for the synopsis from one of my favorite writers on this app 6 extra chapters if you can guess who. Make your guess under a chapter or in a review.
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Plants vs Dungeon

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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