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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
Not enough ratings
1115 Chs

CC Takes Action

"The Plague Doctor profession…you better forget about it." Prince Boznan Burnak said, "Too many have tried in the past to fail futilely. And, you'll be resulting in the destruction of the Burnak Kingdom in the process, which is something I can't accept."

"Sacrifices are necessary to create anything of value." Saint Calvos said before moving to the side, smiling as he pointed at the far end of the room, "Besides, it's not like we don't have a chance. We actually do, unlike our predecessors that attempted the same."

At the far end of the room was a wall covered by Saint Calvos's feathers.

With a snap of his finger, the feathers fell on the ground, revealing the entrance to another room that was shaped like a dome. And placed in its centre was the bleeding head of a Titan.

"A Titan?" Boznan Burnak frowned in response, "What is a Titan doing here? They serve no use in the creation of the Plague Doctor profession."