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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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"Now, get up!" Peddler kicked Essencer.

 

It was as if Essencer was someone else now as he got up instantly, having lost his individuality. He was just Peddler's possession now, nothing more, nothing less.

 

"That's a fearsome power." Pnolli muttered upon seeing that the battle was done, "So, you can basically purchase anything you wish?"

 

"Only those that I can afford." Peddler said as he slapped Essencer on the back of his head, "Most of my coffers have been consumed to buy this idiot. There's only so much free money circulating in the market. If I take out anymore, it'll collapse the economy."

 

"So, you're done for the fight?" Pnolli asked, nudging Peddler from the side, "Don't lie. I know there are lots more from where it came from."

 

"You can still take care of an Essencer or two."