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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

T-2 Months!

The moment the eye appeared within the portal, a formless oppressive force erupted within the bodies of all Invaders within the meeting room.

There was nervousness in their behaviour, but most of all, was reverence, akin to a native staring at their world's manifestation.

After all, they were all birthed from the power of this entity, the God of their creation.

Grade 3 System—Invader (Level 256)!

"It better be something important." A voice full of authority resounded within the meeting room, causing even Lord Wannul to become nervous and respectful.

"We found a great world for your taking." Lord Wannul said and unleashed a Mental Energy stream full of all the details that they had compiled from their invasions over the years.

The Invader System didn't seem all that interested at the start before observing the power system of the place and their innate resistance towards the abilities of the Invaders, "Interesting…"