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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

Meeting Rhizen

"Seven millennia?" Compass Carburettor found it hard to believe, "Time flows at the same rate unless morphed by some special power."

 

He used the power of Lore and Tell-Tale to help Hazen, healing his injuries before making him regain consciousness.

 

"Yes," Hazen nodded, "You underestimated Zaira, Compass. She had used Martial's incompetence to fool you. Him being a pseudo-Host to the Waning Essence System wasn't the end goal of plan, but just the start…"

 

Hazen said in despair, "Her goal wasn't to eventually turn the Murim worlds into a farm by fully turning Martial into a host. No, her true intention was to use the Murim worlds as fuel and pour all their timelines into Martial once he fell victim to your Genre Representation."

 

"Thereby, it resulted in a time dilation."