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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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From the Frying Pan into the Fire

"I was attacking this hill?" Sahar Khara frowned in confusion, gazing at the hill to sense the familiar flames burning on it. He also noticed the hole mentioned by Teto, observing the impression formed at the bottom of the cave, seeing that it looked similar to him.

There was also a faint layer of soil coating the edges of his clothes, the soil texture being the same as that within the cave.

"Hmm?" He frowned after a while, taking out a Magic Tool that he used to communicate with the Talon Secret Organisation, watching a portal appear before him as he entered it to leave the place.

Once he left, the trio sighed visibly; Teto said in a hurry, looking at Horan, "Please bring us somewhere far away from here. There's a good chance the Saint might return."