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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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1115 Chs

First Contact

The building was a wide cylinder, with a radius of five kilometres and a height of hundred metres. Situated atop it was a dome, creating a special environment inside.

The building was surrounded by a barrier that shone with a pale purple hue, flickering constantly from time to time as a group of cultivators bombarded attacks onto it.

Situated above the tower's entrance was a massive plague, with the words, 'Essence Derby Palace' inscribed on it.

"Why are so many people gathered here?" A curious cultivator asked.

"This is the Essence Derby Palace, one of the infamous training spots of the Folkan Secret Realm." An excited cultivator was the first to speak, "Once we enter it, all of us would become participants of a certain contest. And the winners would be awarded a variety of treasures."