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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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God of Humanity

The boar had climbed partway up the mountain when it stopped. Seated on its back was Compass Carburettor, breaking into a smile upon sensing a surge of energy within himself. "I knew he would figure it out."

A Deity was represented by their heroic tales. So, whatever they did was what represented them in the future.

Had Compass Carburettor slayed a boar before their eyes, that would become his legend. Though of course, killing a boar wasn't deific enough. Maybe there was a stampede of ferocious animals attacking the village and if he had been the sole individual that fought against them and even succeeded, then that tale would have been strong enough to birth him into a Deity.

That was the core function of this world. Humans could become Deities if their actions were legendary enough. But of course, the limitation of that was perfectly evident.