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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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Predator

"Fowma!" Runka shouted as he fell to the ground, watching blood pour out of her forehead that now sported a wide hole. A spear peeked through her mouth that hung open, horrifying him.

"Damn you!" Runka screamed in rage as the mist around him cleared out faster as his Invoked Spirit began to destroy it further and further.

He was a Superior Invoker and was damn strong that even the mist was helpless against him. That was why Compass Carburettor hadn't bothered to attack him before.

And even now, the case was the same as he adjusted the mist, hiding the figures of both Fowma and her Invoked Spirit. He had killed her right after she brought her Invoked Spirit, so now it was trapped in the mist.

Compass Carburettor focused his Dreamland on her body, absorbing Mental Fragments from her first. He then focused on her Invoked Spirit, gradually absorbing it.