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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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"Hah…haah!" Slayer panted as he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as he observed the world around him cracking in response before vanishing. He looked around, watching the five System Slayers rush to his rescue, standing before him in a hurry.

They glared at the entity that was standing on the other side, also exhausted, but sporting a wide grin.

"You've become terrifyingly strong, Gilthru." The Saint of Calamity smiled, dusting himself as his injuries healed rapidly, alarming the System Slayers.

Upon observing their reactions, he focused his attention on Slayer, noticing the other party's rather calm gaze as he said, "It seems you're aware of what I've been up to these days."

"It doesn't take much to predict what a sick bastard like you would do." Slayer got up with a start, perfectly cured now, in an optimal state as if he hadn't fought in the first place, his actions causing the other party to whistle in amazement.