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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

The Trade

"I have one question." Compass Carburettor thought for a moment before asking, "How long have you employed System Slayers in this fight?"

"Hmm," The Coincidental Luck System thought before saying, "I think around 400-500 years. I've employed around seven System Slayers to date."

"Are they alive now?" He asked.

"If they still were, do you think I would have searched for you?" It responded, "There were enough times when we were overwhelmed. After all, despite some luck, there won't be any other help from my side. Because, the moment I intervene, my Host is as good as done for that round. I won't be able to earn any Mental Energy from him after that."

"So, it'll be just me fighting against them." Compass Carburettor nodded, "Alright, that's fine with me. I was searching for Systems to kill anyway. And since they'll throw themselves at us, it'll be easier for me to kill them."