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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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First Clash in the Third World

Compass Carburettor began to walk through the desert, beginning his preparations. He first took a pair of armguards that were made using the Darlac energy blade, coated with a layer of Apocalypse Pearl.

He similarly wore a chest plate and a pair of leg guards. As each of them barely weighted 100-200 grams, he didn't even feel a thing. Even his clothes were heavier than them.

Compass Carburettor adjusted his clothes over them, ensuring they weren't revealed. This was why he wore slightly baggy clothes. As his Origin Essence would be sealed soon after, he had to take some measures to protect himself.

He took out two Dust Wave spheres, placing them within a hip pouch that he took out, created especially to house them. This way, the Dust Wave spheres would be shattered if he were to roll on the ground.