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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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Two Anchor Points

"So, who are we targeting first?" Ahjar asked as he stared at the faces of Compass Carburettor, Hazen, and Magister in order. "It's Fate System, right?"

 

"That is who behaves as Zaira's eyes and ears now."

 

"Yeah, he's the most dangerous of everyone." Compass Carburettor stated solemnly as he looked at Magister, "Can you reinforce either Mascot or Technocraft? Try to make them face the Systems. Just pressure them a bit and stall for time."

 

"That'll be hard with just us." Magister said truthfully, expressing his helplessness, "At present, only four Genre Representatives are free. Everyone else is being controlled by the Systems now. Previously, they overwhelmed me. Even when I unleashed my Genre Representation, I was still defeated by them."