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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

Beyond Oscar

Compass Carburettor arrived before Runka, having already absorbed Fowma's Invoked Spirit, staring at the unconscious figure before him. He didn't attack the other party though, for that wasn't his intention.

It was impossible to absorb Mental fragments from someone's Dreamland. If Runka dies now, only the Mental Fragments of his body would be available to absorb. As for his Invoked Spirit, it would vanish.

The only means of obtaining it too was to trap the Invoked Spirit in the mist. And the only way to do it was to kill him the moment he summoned it while ensuring his Invoked Spirit was trapped within the mist.

This was pretty tricky, a reason he had been biding for time all along. After all, even if he trapped Runka's Invoked Spirit in his mist before, the moment he dies, his Invoked Spirit would start deteriorating, despite being trapped in the mist.