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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

Innate Power: Spirit Morph

"Ummphhh!" One of the thugs struggled to break free of the binds restricting him, preventing him from even shouting for help.

"Why are you trying to scream for help now?" The hooded man was Compass Carburettor, watching the two men wriggle their muscles in an effort to tear apart the bindings constricting them but failed to do so.

'Alright, it's stronger than what an adult brute could tear off naturally.' Nodding in response, Compass Carburettor gradually removed the hood, causing the two thugs to stare at his eyes that brimmed with starlight.

The bindings came off as the faces of the thugs turned pale with fright. They felt a primal sense of fear, screaming for help, "No…NO! Please spare us…gwarrgh!"

Their bodies melted and transformed into Mental Fragments that flowed into Compass Carburettor who stored them in his Dreamland. He then covered his face with the hood and walked out of the alleyway and arrived at a nearby restaurant.