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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

Bio-Weapon

"Yes, mom, I got it. You don't have to worry. Yeah…yes, I understand. No, it's fine. You don't have to come. I'm not even injured. Alright, I'll get a check-up in a hospital. Yeah…Okay, see you!" Grisha ended the call, sighing as she looked at the figure of Compass Carburettor playing with the Armaments.

She waited for a couple of minutes, seeing a message arrive from her mother. After that, she dialled up another number, "Yes, Dr. Gregesh? I'm Grisha. Yes, I'll be there in an hour. Yes, you don't have to worry about that."

Once she ended the call, Grisha said, "Dr. Gregesh is a trusted friend of my mother. He's a research specialist that would be able to unearth all the details of the mutated animal."

"That's great," Compass Carburettor nodded, placing the five Armaments on the table as he said, "Let's get going then."

"Wait, in those clothes?" She asked, pointing at the clothes he wore. "Can't you wear something better?"