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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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Beginnings of the Secret Society (Part 14)

Fealta and Caithy hid in a discrete location situated at the edge of the Dungeon, peeking through a small hole they had created. They stared at a cave's entrance that seemed discrete enough. After all, seated within was Compass Carburettor, holding a bag filled with Darble crystals that he had selectively picked up.

Also piled at the corner were more than two hundred fruits that the female Grogar liked to eat. Each fruit was the size of a muskmelon, so they formed a large pile. Appearance, smell and taste were almost similar to a muskmelon, so Compass Carburettor addressed them as such. The only difference was the fact that these muskmelons grew on massive trees in contrast to their creeper variety on Earth.