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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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Let Me Rest, Please

When the bomb exploded, the body of the Secret Society member too vaporised. But, it wasn't his true body. The true body was the Invoked Spirit seated within the Dreamland, one housed within the soul-mind combo of their body, almost akin to being in a different dimension.

And hence, even when the body was destroyed, the member wasn't dead. Once the effects of the explosion vanished, the member appeared in his Invoked Spirit form and then expended some Mental Fragments to create a new body.

Compass Carburettor was huddled in the Dreamland where the rest of his group was residing, braving the attack.

Following that, he retracted the member—with the power of the Bomb—into his body and then transformed into the truck that slammed into the Waning Essence System, reverse transmigrating it to the System World.