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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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City Under the Desert

"Is this where we have to enter?" A three-horned woman asked, gazing at the tunnel that went deep into the ground.

"I can show you the entire route and destination first if you want," Grisha said calmly.

"What about those ants?" The three-horned woman asked, entering the tunnel without any sense of fear.

"They're under my control. So, they are harmless." Grisha replied, "Though, that's true only for this batch of ants. Anything beyond that is an enemy."

"Makes sense." The three-horned woman said as she accompanied Grisha, reaching the end of the flight of stairs before noticing a trolley of sorts placed before her, asking, "What's this?"

"Oh, this is for us to travel," Grisha said, climbing into it, motioning for the three-horned woman to be seated beside her. When she did so, a group of two-horned ants tugged at a rope attached to the trolley, beginning to pull it, causing it to move at a moderate pace.