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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

First Kill of Luck?

"He's completely pummelling him!" A lady in her early twenties, covered in a cloak stood atop a rock pillar, using a pair of binoculars to gaze at the battle between Compass Carburettor and Dullin.

"Come on! Die before you deliver the last hit. That way, I can get in the killing blow and claim victory over the Mian Character." She muttered, "I should make preparations anyway."

She slowly tugged a long bow, aiming right at Compass Carburettor. The long bow she had was custom made, a compound bow that allowed her to output power greater than what her muscles were innately capable of. 

She also had a couple of crossbows beside, all having considerable power, enough for the arrows to even penetrate through steel. In the current state where Origin Essence was sealed, they were guaranteed to kill her enemies.