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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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It’s Recognition

'One…o-one more…gahhhhh!' Compass Carburettor screamed mentally as Dita clamped on his thumb this time, slowly pulling it off until it was yanked out of his body.

It had done so slowly, first causing the thumb joint to shatter before peeling it off until the ligaments were torn due to tensile stress. The pain was unimaginable.

And, the same thing was happening on all four sides. The final devouring was slow and painful, continuing with one finger after another. He had four limbs and five fingers on each. The four mutated beasts slowly feasted upon them.

'Eeeek!'

Golda clamped upon his index finger, crushing his bones before pulling the entirety out of its socket, gobbling it up.

'Dammit, it hurts like hell!' Compass Carburettor felt his consciousness waning as they had only swallowed ten of his fingers. There was still half from where that came from, not to mention the rest of his body.

'I…won't give up.' Slowly, his life flashed before him.