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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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1115 Chs

Death of Cultivation

"I'll…do it!" Technocraft sighed as he waved his hand, influencing the world before him to make it align with his genre, breaking it out of Immortal's rule.

"Remember that you're now one of those that caused a permanent change to the state of things in our multiverse." Mystique appeared beside him once again to state in concern; this was the Mystique that had aligned with the Genre Representatives.

He had just appeared, only to see that things had already taken a turn for the worse. Technocraft had already done the deed, finally tipping the scales of a changing era.

"Immortal is harnessing the Regression System's power to regain his peak power. That puts a strain on the timelines of every single world that once existed as part of the Cultivation Genre." Technocraft sighed helplessly, "His actions would create a singularity that would destroy pretty much every single world. This is the only way to avoid that future."