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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

Robin Hood of Secrecy

"Do the lot of you really wish to die?" Technocraft stared at the over dozen Genre Representatives that had converged before him, acting as a line of defence between him and the System World.

 

"Genre Representatives cannot die," Fluff winked at Technocraft, drooling over his muscles, "You've become hotter than before."

 

"Of course," Technocraft felt a headache as he didn't even hesitate; the world-devouring beast he had transformed into unleashed a tiny star that exploded, generating energy fields turbulent enough to destroy worlds in the fraction of a second, "I'm a star!"

 

Supernova!

 

Technocraft condensed the laws regarding the creation of a Supernova from dozens of worlds and even inserted a minor Concept into it, creating an attack that was effective against all sorts of enemies.

 

The Supernova vaporised Fluff and most of the Genre Representatives. Only Phantom and Immortal were alive.