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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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Slayer Summit

"Teacher, we've arrived." Wayna made a respectful bow towards the man seated on the far end, one that overlooked everyone, possessing the persona of a heavenly being.

"Good, take a seat." He replied with a nod, pointing at a couple of vacant seats.

Stencil seated herself to the left of Wayna, noticing a couple of familiar faces seated nearby. Upon seeing her, they were surprised for a moment before gradually realising that she too was a System Slayer.

Faluda frowned, feeling as if Stencil knew about him, wondering the reason for that as he glared at Felladin before focusing on the others seated around.

The round table was actually rectangular in shape with rounded edges, the breadth spanning ten metres while the length was almost thirty metres.

Almost a hundred people were seated around it, all System Slayers.

"Is he your teacher?" Stencil asked Wayna, pointing at the heavenly being that stared at the incoming people calmly.