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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

Earth Star’s Resolve

"Dumbass, why are you so slow?" A dragon plushie cursed arrogantly as it teleported a youth and pointed him towards a location atop a building, "A strong Invader would be appearing there in about twenty seconds."

"Had you been a tad faster, we would have had enough time to evacuate the people." It grumbled.

"Why is it my fault when you're the one in charge of teleporting me to the target location?" The one complaining was Earth Star, having been running all across the world with minimal rest for the past week.

"Anyway, it's your fault." The dragon plushie snorted as it slapped his cheek with its tail, "You took too long to kill the last Invader. And that caused a delay to my divination."

"You expect me to perform my best when I'm this exhausted?" Earth Star complained but despite that, his feet were moving. In the end, he arrived a dozen seconds before the Invader at the designated spot and took in a deep breath, "Now, stop speaking. Let me concentrate."