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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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Can’t Avoid It Anymore

"My Lord, we haven't finished packing yet," Dolare said in a hurry upon seeing Horan command everyone to set off immediately. But, noticing the other party ignore his words, Dolare became flustered, almost shouting in response, "My Lord, we'll lose a lot of money if we don't pack up all the purchased goods…"

"Is money or your life more important for you?" Horan glared at him, startling him.

"M-My life, sir." Dolare stammered in response, failing to understand just why Horan was behaving in this way, especially since he was a Pseudo-Saint.

In their world, the strongest active among all races was only a Pseudo-Saint. This meant that Horan Fawnker didn't have anything to worry about, especially since in terms of Pseudo-Saints alone, he was the strongest, possessing the best combination of elements as a Warrior and a Mage under his disposal.