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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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Seeds of Hallucinations

Swish!

Faint Origin Essence waves sparked around him as Compass Carburettor was meditating, preparing his tools for war.

First was his offensive means. He couldn't just rely upon Snag to injure others. That wouldn't even show the true extent of his power. And, as his attacks involved the mind, illusions and hallucinations would become his mode of execution.

If there was one difference between the two, it would be the difference in immersion in comparison to the target's conscious wish. In an illusion, the target would be trying to break out of the illusion, no matter the content. It was externally actuated.

But a hallucination was different as it was internally actuated. After all, a hallucination would be conjured by the target himself based on the parameters Compass Carburettor had set in advance.

This way, the target themselves would be their aggressor, leading to their own doom.

Origin Art—Mental Creation!