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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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Homing Gatling Gun

"So, this is what it means to attain Stage 2." Compass Carburettor muttered, surprised at the process that he had taken to achieve it.

It was…pretty unconventional.

For the past month, all he had been doing was to use his boots as much as possible, getting accustomed to it completely. Thanks to his Darlac reserves, it was possible to train this much.

After that was the feeding of his mongoose, allowing it to grow.

Suddenly, one night, he dreamed of fighting against his mongoose, and…was eaten by it in the end. Startled, he got up, noticing that there was something different about him now. It felt like a part of his body had become empty, or rather, there was now more room to stuff something else within.

It was an instinctive feeling, allowing him to understand that he had reached Stage 2. With that achieved, he felt around for a couple of minutes before swallowing the orb that he obtained from the bird on Mount Craire.