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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 · Fantasy
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A Blade of Grass

Hekatra had trained him enough to make it possible for him to create an Armament within an hour. After all, all the materials needed for it derived from a Haggon's body. And, as a Haggon could easily regenerate, he could create as many Armaments as he needed until his Darlac reserves depleted.

Thankfully for him, he had more than 5000 Darlac to spare.

While carving through the Armament to make it more receptive while shaving off the excess material, Compass Carburettor constantly made it to siphon his Darlac, causing it to become more and more attuned to it while he observed it, shaving of anything that impeded the process while inlaying other details.

He then watched the yellowish-white glow around the Armament condense into the tiny protrusion on its front before beginning to elongate. As he carved more and more, shaping up the circuit within, the energy soon took up a shape, becoming an energy blade resembling a sword that was a metre in length.