Moloxiv

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.

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(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. 




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Number One Dungeon Supplier

"OEIIII!!!! Zhen Qing, give me some money!!!" Zheng Hui, Zhen Qing's father, was banging on her door repeatedly. "I know you are back. I know you have the money!!!" Zheng Hui shouted through the roof, and Zhen Qing tried her best to hide in her room. 


"Please, Zhen Qing! Please, my daughter, I need the money or the debt collectors will come and find me." Zheng Hui finally ceased his banging and slid his back along the door as if he was really desperate this time round.


"I gave you money two weeks ago!! GO AWAY!" Zhen Qing could not handle the pressure her father was giving her and retorted back. She was thankful that she bought a new lock and installed it in time before her father noticed it. Else, her door would have been broken minutes ago. 


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