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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

In My Past (Part 13)

"But first…" The delegate led everyone to a hotel to stay at, staring at Zaira, "You have an audience with the Emperor in an hour."

"I'll be ready," Zaira replied, somewhat nervous as she was meeting with pretty much the strongest of humanity.

The Hemish Emperor was a Pseudo-Saint Space Mage and Space Warrior. It was literally the strongest combo a human could attain, giving him the name of a walking fortress. He was pretty much the reason humans could spearhead the resistance against the Demons.

Zaira took a bath and changed into luxurious clothes, staring at Arnark that had begun to wear plain clothes, "What are you doing?"

"You're the one that's meeting the Emperor, not me." Arnark said, "I probably wouldn't even be allowed into the throne room."

"Don't be silly, you're a Grandmaster Metal Mage. You're important enough to seek an audience with the Emperor." She said, forcing him to wear better clothes.