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

"Get up! Get up!" The Demon Rat's Captains were shouting and making noises in their soldier's bunk. "The enemies had destroyed the Inner Walls, get your fucking ass up, grab your weapons and go!" The Captain said once before running to the next bunker to wake the other group of rats.

"The enemies had destroyed the Inner Walls?" The Demon Rats talked to themselves, as they could not believe the humans had such capabilities.

"Not sure, I did not hear a single thing right under here." Another soldier said as he asked for assistance wearing the heavy armour from another Demon Rat.

"Duh, of course, you dumbass. We are in the undercity, how the hell do we know what is happening at the top?" One of the assisting rats knocked his head while aiding him to click the back of his chest armour to the front.

Demon Rats POV: The Dread of War