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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

Blood Vitality Grass

"This place is…?" Compass Carburettor blinked, noticing that he had appeared within what seemed to be a forest. The trees surrounding him were massive, with each spanning at least 40-50 metres in height, possessing thick foliage that caused the place to become dark.

But to him, this place wasn't dark at all. After all, a frog was able to see exceptionally well in the dark, not to mention having exceptional sensitivity to anything that moved. So, he wasn't worried about being thrust into a dark environment.

Suddenly, he noticed something amiss, immediately seeping his Origin Essence into his storage bracelet, taking out a shield as a coloured arrow slammed into it, causing a resounding clang.

"Ugh!" Compass Carburettor grunted under the force as he jumped up, using the Origin Art of Snag to pull himself towards a tree branch around ten metres above the ground. He then frowned for a moment, noticing that the shield didn't suffer any damage.