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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

I’m A Transmigrator

"If we stay our hand, then…" Xuer asked hesitantly, "What will happen?"

"I and Chenger would fight Compass Carburettor." Warktor said casually, "Either we win or he kills us. Then, the rest of the Systems would target him next until either side is wiped out. As simple as that."

"You're not concerned about your death?" Bunuela asked in surprise.

"Why would I be? This isn't the first time I died." Warktor raised his brows like he heard something funny, "Even if I'm killed here, I'll just revive a decade later. So, it's not a big deal. And even if I am killed here, as long as I deal a critical blow to Compass Carburettor, then I've won. Straxia would finish the job."

"The…Soul Rendering Evil Spirit?" Bunuela shuddered for some reason.

"That's a pretty apt title for her." Warktor laughed, "I would love to see her expression when she hears the title coined by Compass Carburettor. It seems fun."