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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

Overlord_Venus · Fantasía
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Four Schemes

In a secluded room within the hospital were stacks of books and papers arranged haphazardly.

They were papers regarding the patients that had been cured. It was documented just because he had ordered to do so. But there wasn't any other use beyond that.

Compass Carburettor didn't have any deeper plans regarding that, only documenting the illness and the diseases faced by the common populace for the time being.

Even though it was messy, there were detailed records of everything. Whether or not it would be used in the future was unsure. But, he still stored them just in case he needed them.

There was another reason for establishing this place. It was because it was where the sleeper cells left the pages of information daily.

Compass Carburettor arrived before a shelf in the corner, taking out an envelope there to begin going through the day's information.