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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 Normal Society

"Hello, I saw a poster saying you were looking for more staff." Compass Carburettor approached the cashier, stating his approach.

"We've…already hired…" The man behind the counter said, feeling mildly irritated upon seeing his handsome visage, thinking, 'Just go become a freaking actor. Why the heck do you want to work here?'

"Do you want to work here?" Suddenly, a husky voice resounded from behind, causing the cashier to shut up immediately.

Compass Carburettor turned around, noticing a rotund woman in her late forties donning a rather thick layer of makeup. And based on her expensive attire, she seemed to be the owner of the café. He made a logical assumption based on the interior decoration of the place.

Had the owner been a man, he would have chosen the place to be simple with the focus on comfort. Those with an interest in decoration would have installed some lighting and artwork on the walls.