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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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Heaven Grade Golems

Compass Carburettor placed the new—mutated—Blood Vitality Grass in the storage bracelet before gazing at the four fifty-metre-tall golems standing near him all along in silence.

He looked into the mind of the first, going through the memories slowly as he spent another day in this process, eventually understanding everything. The information could be summarised as:

The Folkan Secret Realm would allure greedy cultivators every hundred years. And among them, those that died here were used as fuel in various places.

First was the creation of the Essence Beasts. Though in this case, they were used to birth sentience in them.

Their memories would be transferred to the Temperate Refinement Zone, allowing the cultivators training there to tap into that experience trove and achieve greater training results in the form of constant enlightenment.