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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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Delegate of Humanity

The morning the next day, Pnolli woke up, feeling fresh as he exited the cocoon and retracted it, wrapping it around himself like a layer of skin as he unfurled the pair of wings once again and took flight.

He travelled for a few hours before arriving in the vicinity of a village, landing at the edge as he made a praying motion, 'Thank you for your blessings.'

He wasn't even a Spirit of the God of Humanity. And hence, he was merely borrowing the power, one that vanished the moment he deactivated it.

There were three levels a believer of faith could attain by borrowing portions of power. First among them was a Spirit, one that inherited a percentage of the Deity's power.

Second was an Apostle, one that inherited a tenth of the Deity's power. Once an Apostle came into being, the Deity was only left with ninety percent of his original power. After all, ten percent was inherited by the Apostle now.