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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

CC: Outwitted

"Aren't we buddies?"

Hearing Slayer's fawning voice, Zaira cringed in response. She glared at Slayer, "Don't even think about it."

"I'll create a new genre for you." Slayer proposed, "Don't you understand that it is because of me that there exists a monetary Genre in the System World now?"

'Slayer is behind the creation of the Monetary Genre?' Compass Carburettor was surprised to hear that, feeling like there was something he was missing from the grand picture, 'I guess Arnark wasn't entirely truthful about everything.'

Immediately after, he refrained from using his power of Lore in the present scenario. The sentence he declared using the power of Lore was actually about Arnark. It was to revive him.

And, it was Arnark that had conveyed the statement to him, when he communicated with the other party in Conjurer's world. Upon hearing Slayer's words, he felt some suspicion regarding everything Arnark told him.