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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

There’s an Evil Spirit Here

Boom!

Screee!

The bird screeched as countless attacks trailed after it, landing on it from time to time. The bird's injuries were slowly accumulating as Velcorn used his Healing Artifact to the limit, constantly healing it while replenishing his Origin Essence.

This was the reason it was still alive.

"He's escaping towards the Folkan Secret Realm!" Two Martial Origin Stage experts shouted as they rode their flying type Martial Spirits, chasing after him, unleashing attributed attacks towards him.

The attacks streaked across the air, creating resounding booms while the bird used its Martial Providence Stage power to constantly ward off all attacks, preventing any Martial Origin Stage experts from approaching them.

"It's here…" Velcorn muttered, noticing the Secret Realm's entrance nearby, causing the bird to accelerate towards when suddenly, the air around him seared, paling his face.