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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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History of Slayers

The city was a sprawling market, crowded with vendors and people visiting to buy things.

Stencil gazed at the shop closest to her, surprised when she noticed Magic Tools being sold there, with some of them even fit for Masters.

And this was just the first shop that she casually glanced at. She then looked at the price tag, noticing that the currency was something she wasn't familiar with, tugging Wayna as she asked, "What's a…Minda?"

"It's a name we use to address Mental Energy." Wayna whispered, watching Stencil's eyes lit up in surprise, nodding as she said, "Yeah, I know that you too are a Slayer, sorry for not saying it beforehand."

"It's fine, I too hid it from you." Stencil nodded.

'It seems her powers are stronger than mine, given how she was aware that I was a System Slayer beforehand.' Wayna sighed mentally, aware that Stencil was a lot more than what she let on.