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I Hate Systems

Talent? Unnecessary! Wealth? Doesn’t matter! Brain? Eat it! Even if one was the greatest of gutter trashes with zero redeemable qualities, as long as they had a System, they are bound to reach the pinnacle of life. Compass Carburettor, a dirt-poor orphan with absolutely zero f**king qualities managed to reach the peak of the business world by the age of 35, all while relying on his Money-Making System like a blinded barnacle. But at the peak of his life, he was betrayed by his System. ------------------- [Sister novel released (Same Universe): "Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society"] ------------------- Check out all my projects here: http://bit.ly/wn_venus ------------------- Join my Discord server: https://discord.gg/Q544Bxu Contact me through my Discord ID: Overlord_Venus#9364 Or through my email: mistameeee@gmail.com Follow me on Instagram @overlord_venus

Overlord_Venus · Fantasy
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1115 Chs

A Day’s Work at a Cafe

"Can I also get your number?" A girl asked with sparkling eyes. She was one of the students of the Stronvile University of Arts.

"My number's not for sale, ma'am." Compass Carburettor smiled, as usual, saying, "That'll be 348 bucks."

"Fine," The girl was mildly disappointed as she handed over the cash, receiving her receipt as she returned to her table, whispering to her friend, "I felt like my heart would burst. He's really handsome."

"Right," Her friend nodded in response, her cheeks slightly reddened, "But, no matter who asked him, he never gave out his number."

"Someone that handsome must have been hit on by many women. He won't give in so easily." Another of her friend chimed in, saying, "If you simply ask him for his number, he won't give it. No sane person would hand over his number to a stranger, right?"

"Then, are you saying you can do better, Kehra?" The girl asked her in response.