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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 Professional Prayer

"What…are they doing?" Rhizen looked around, confused, gazing at the people doing weird hand signs at each other whenever they passed by.

"Well…" The leader thought for a moment before saying, "It's just a show of appreciation to the work attitude of the other person. We express our appreciation this way."

"Since when did this happen?" Druvus was confused, "We have barely been away for a day, and they look like completely different people. If this is something new, how come they look perfectly used to such an action, as if they've done it for years?"

"They've been at it nonstop from the moment this fortress was built." The leader smiled, passing by a couple of people as he made hand signs at them, displaying a superior skill level.

It caused the Ianon and Rhizen's group to gaze at each other.

Rhizen whispered Ianon, "You mentioned arriving here yesterday once the fortress was installed. Did this happen then?"