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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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Death-trap Mist

"Goddamn idiot! He had to take the Human Invoker Crystal with him, useless retard!" Standing at the edge of the cliff was the man that had attacked Pilkan, growling in anger as he stared at the men behind him, commanding them, "Go down to investigate!"

"But sir, no one ever managed to return once they pass through that mist layer." One of his subordinates said, shivering from fear upon staring at the cliff.

"Then, you'll be the first to return alive…" The man said as he kicked the subordinate, watching him scream in fright as he fell through the steep place, "You have an Eagle-type Invoked Spirit. Don't forget to use it."

Only then did the fearful screams of the subordinate cease as he condensed his Invoked Spirit, slowing down his descent to a controllable extent before cautiously passing through the misty layer.