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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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OG Virus

'Something dangerous is being birthed.' The Regression System concluded, glaring at the figures of Compass Carburettor scuttling past it in the form of Mental Energy streams. There were more than a dozen of them now, gradually strengthening themselves by taking advantage of the Systems who had their hands full with facing a raging Immortal.

"R-Regression! Help!" The Invader System shouted as it was pummelled into the ground by a mystical spirit hand, with its retaliation only able to cause minor injuries to Immortal now.

Among the Grade 3 Systems, only Apocalypse was able to seriously wound Immortal. Everyone else were only capable of causing normal wounds while the Grade 2 Systems made mere scratches.

And with Arnark, Slayer, and the Universe Relic wielders breathing down their necks from the back, things were hard for the Systems.