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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

Overlord_Venus · Fantasia
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1115 Chs

Scheming While Afraid

It was nighttime in the desert as Compass Carburettor was seated out in the open, unaffected by the dropping temperatures. He was in his Haggon form, after all, constantly downing the nutrient solution that was being produced by the Vitality Bowl.

There was still a fairly long way to go before he recovered all his Darlac. Still, thanks to the massive stomach capacity of the Haggon, he was able to eat as much as he needed without worrying that his stomach would become full.

Haggons had a rather quick digestion capacity, allowing him to replenish his Darlac reserves at a rapid pace.

In his human form, despite being aided by various Skills, 400-500 Darlac was the amount he could replenish in a day if he ate whenever there was any gap in his stomach.

In his Haggon Form, he only needed a couple of days to replenish his reserve of 10,000 Darlac completely. 'If I ate some three-horned mutated beasts, my recovery would have been even faster.'