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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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The Cobra’s Evolution

The Grassmen waved at him from below, causing him to frown as Compass Carburettor sensed a minute, infinitesimally small Mental Energy stream from them. It was apparent that they were evolving with time, gaining sentience in their new forms.

'If it continues in this fashion, a new race would be generated.' Compass Carburettor thought, "That just means more worry for humans."

After all, the mutated beasts too seemed to be gaining intelligence with an increase in their horns. He wasn't sure of the exact increase, but once they gain five or six horns, they would possess intelligence on par with humans.

From there, things would become tricky. With the Grassmen added into the mix, it would turn pretty chaotic, especially since they didn't seem to be the type to rely on the pearls like humans but were evolving to become more like the mutated beasts.