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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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Vicious Predator

'Where is this?' Runka frowned, flailing his hands around as he shouted, "Pilkan! Fowma! Heela! Are you there?"

"I'm here!" Pilkan said, followed by Fowma and Heela. Though, none were able to see each other thanks to the mist that was dense enough for visibility to be zero.

Runka extended his hand in the direction of Fowma who sounded the closest, "Here, grab my hand!"

After some mild difficulty, Runka managed to grab hold of Fowma's hand, sighing as he was just about to search for the others when he felt the hand grabbing him lose all strength in its grip, "Fowma?"

"Kyak!" Fowma collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain as Runka stared at the severed hand in his hold, stupefied for a moment before rushing to her help, bringing out his Invoked Spirit to defend against whatever threat had attacked her.