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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

It’s Time For The Main Character

"Come on, croak for Grandpa." Immortal had the time of his life as he smacked the face of the Regression System repeatedly. Instead of defending against the opponent's attacks, he traded blow for blow, focusing his entirety on offence.

 

He didn't simply attack the Regression System but instead went out of his way to target its face. The Regression System was a giant mass of Mental Energy akin to a quasar that pulsed in the void. But the region where its Core Skill existed could be considered its brain, heart, etc.

 

And in human terms, the exterior of the head that faced the opponent during a fight was the face. Immortal targeted that like a leech even during situations where he gained a direct path of access to the Regression System's Core Skill.

 

Once he kept up with the process enough times, even the Regression System was triggered. Mental Energy swirled in its body like a storm as it latched onto Immortal and ate away at him.