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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

System Vs Protag (Part 1)

"It…hurtssss!" Velcorn rolled around on the ground, screaming in pain as the fire continued to burn him. He quickly activated some of the Artifacts that he had stolen, barely managing to douse the flames, gasping for air.

"Lady Bunuela's attack wounded him! Take this chance! Kill him!" The cultivators chasing after him quickly caught up to him, unleashing their respective attacks too.

But unsurprisingly, their attacks only managed to clash into one another and cancel out.

"Don't attack him!" Bunuela nodded at Xuer before shouting, "Everyone! Get back! He'll just make use of your disorganised attacks to survive. Only cultivators with a fire attribute come forward. The rest move back and form a perimeter. Don't allow him to escape."

"You heard the lady." The cultivators looked at one another and began to retreat, making a wide circle as they all glared at the figure of Velcorn.