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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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Ants and Grass

"Indeed, there's no wind," Grisha licked her finger before pointing it in the air, trying to feel any sensation of moving air, shuddering as she looked at the grass, "Why are they swaying like there's a wind here?"

"Hmm," Compass Carburettor took out a kerchief from his pocket, rolled it into a ball and threw it onto the lawn, observing if anything happened to it. After all, he didn't receive any Mental Energy from the grass.

That was normal, since only organisms capable of sentient thoughts generated any Mental Energy. Those that simply act based on sensory pulses through their nerve synapses didn't have any cognitive thoughts. And hence, they never generated any Mental Energy.

Plants were the best example of this.