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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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Escaped but Critically Injured

'Shit! Shit! Shit! She's on a whole other level.' Compass Carburettor expressed his worry as he tied a cloth around his legs, stopping the bleeding to a certain extent. He was seated inside a submarine that he created using Mental Fragments sourced from fish.

The turbines on its back rotated at terrifying speeds, causing them to push through the waters at a consistent pace. It was fully mechanical though as seated before him was the hulking four-metre-tall Human Invoked Spirit, pedalling nonstop.

Through a set of gears, the torque produced was converted to deliver more thrust in the turbines. And as the mechanical power unleashed by the Invoked Spirit was terrifying, it was possible to sail at such speeds, and at alarming depths in fact.