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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

Familial Banter…?

While Dolare and Yablukwon were fighting each other in a display of strength, the Chief of this Stone Ogre tribe and Horan were entangled in a battle of the mind. The result of the clash between these peak powers—Pseudo-Saints—decided whether or not they would fight each other.

And shockingly, the Stone Ogre Chief lost, understanding that its opponent wasn't someone it could afford to offend. Even if they warred, the losses would be crippling. A pyrrhic victory wasn't something any leader sought in circumstances where a war wasn't even necessary.

That was why the Stone Ogre Tribe let go of the caravan.

Yablukwon's actions were only an effort to buy time for the Chief to test the peak power of the caravan.

That was why, once he won the mental battle, Horan commanded Doran to return.

Now that he understood the intricacies of the battle involved, Doran's expression of servitude deepened as he returned to his station within the nearby carriage.