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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

Rise of the Aggressor

"I'm done." One of the Secret Society members announced as he exited Compass Carburettor's Dreamland, "My Dreamland is complete."

"Get inside." Compass Carburettor said while facing Truck-Kun, "You'll be safe in there. That Dreamland has been created using Mental Fragments sourced from all these Core Skill Manifestations and the current Genre Representation. It's stable enough to house you."

"Alright, don't die." Truck-Kun stared at his eyes before entering the Dreamland, bringing Hazen and Gehera with him. Following that, the member attached himself to Compass Carburettor's body.

Phew!

He took in a deep breath before staring at Stencil with a pained expression upon seeing her limbs being cut off. His body seethed in rage, unwilling to stare at his daughter being harmed.

But, he had no choice. He had one chance to pull this off, failure of which would mean his daughter would either be consumed by Zaira or be killed by a Genre Representative.