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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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Haggon

Mohart Dungeon; at its deepest level was an iron castle, sporting walls that were at least three metres thick. It was a humongous structure spanning a height of six hundred metres, a castle that was akin to a mountain.

Currently seated on a massive throne in the throne room was a humanoid creature. The throne was made from Darble, spanning a width of three metres and a height of four metres. And similarly to occupy such a massive throne was the humanoid creature, sporting a body covered with tough, chitin armour.

The chitin armour was both ridiculously tough and consisted of numerous layers with mild elastic properties, allowing it to move without any hindrance. Growing out of its elbows were bone spikes, each a metre in length.

A similar bone spine grew out of its forearm, spanning two metres in length, looking sharp. Its claws were also sharp, menacing even. And considering its size of five metres and its tough appearance, it was a being of power.