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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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In My Past (Part 12)

Boom! Boom! Clang!

Thunderous sounds, sonorous in nature, resounded throughout the forest like loud bell clangs. A team of soldiers accompanied three people, travelling nearby as they were heading towards the capital of the Hemish Empire, Eonk City.

"What's that sound?" Zaira frowned, having expanded her senses using Wind Mana, locating the source as she sensed a metal cage that was being ganged upon by hundreds of Orcs.

"It's better to refrain from taking action." A soldier said, using his Wind Mana to locate the source too. He was a Grandmaster Wind Mage, leader of the team that accompanied Zaira for protection.

"But, why are so many Orcs targeting one person?" Zaira wondered before expressing her thoughts to the captain, "Sir, since that individual is able to endure for so long against so many Orcs, he must be a strong Mage. I can sense Metal Mana from him, and it's on the level of a Grandmaster."