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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

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1115 Chs

A Truckload of Systems

[Systems: 38]

The moment he activated Info Scanner (Level 1), Compass Carburettor only had one emotion running in his mind, 'Fuck!'

In the Darble World, he had to remain as cautious as possible just to hunt down one System. And to achieve that, he had made use of the strongest Great Empire in that world that had been inhabiting the strongest Dungeon Monster species, the Haggon.

And now, it wasn't one or two, but a total of 38 Systems that he had to face, 'Wait, one of them might be the Coincidental Luck System. Still, that makes no difference.'

"37…" He muttered, sighing as he firmed his decision, 'I'll create an Armament.'

The Armament he could create on his own was only capable of condensing a weak energy blade that was a metre long. It wasn't even worth mentioning. After all, he was only making use of the nerves that are rich of Darlac condensed within a Haggon's horns to use them as a Darble circuit to empower an Armament.