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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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Two Conclusions

"Well, that is true." Compass Carburettor nodded, gazing at the projection of the two worlds behind him, "This was also the reason I was kind of hoping to enter a battle of the mind. Since that was the best way to obtain my hand on this treasure before Regriel. And as I had expected, it is indeed a powerful treasure."

The ability to transfer bodies using Warble almost guaranteed immortality, as long as it wasn't destroyed. And, no matter the species it was implanted upon, the result would be the birth of a Haggon, the strongest Dungeon Monster with a whopping Darlac limit of 10,000.

So, the moment Regriel got his hands on the Warble, killing him would become stupendously difficult, if not straight-up impossible. He would be able to survive any situation as long as he removed his Warble and allowed one of his companions to run away with it.

It was the ability wielded by the protagonist—a System Host.