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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

Imperial Treasury

"Haah…" Compass Carburettor exhaled sharply as he slumped on a tree stem, gasping in exhaustion while the Claw Wolf slept beside him, acting as a shield for him.

Forming an arc before him was the Claw Wolf while situated behind him was the thick tree trunk, ensuring he was covered on all sides. This layer of defence was enough for the time being to protect himself from ambushes.

Currently, Compass Carburettor's condition was pretty horrible. He was yet able to recover his sight or hearing. His sense of smell was wonky as all he could inhale was a scent similar to rust.

He took out some water, cleaning himself first of all the dirt and grime. Following that, he hydrated himself, beginning to eat food to his limit.

Upon observing that his body's natural recovery mechanism had kicked in, he closed his eyes, beginning to sleep. Thanks to the Blood Vitality Grass, he was capable of regeneration, even though this process was pretty slow.