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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

The Middle-Aged Healer

Boom!

In the back was the sound of the rock pillars collapsing as a lady gasped for breath, having barely exited the Temperate Refinement Zone, noticing her Origin Essence begin to move little by little.

Soon, she fully left the region, sensing that she was able to freely use her Origin Essence once again, "Hah!"

She unleashed her presence, relaxing a little as it felt suffocating in the Temperate Refinement Zone, making her feel as if she had been drowning all along. Now, she gasped for breath like she had surfaced.

Hiss!

Suddenly, the lady was alarmed when she was able to feel hundreds of gazes on her, causing her to turn around, only being confused as she wasn't able to sense anyone that could have been the cause of the stare.

There were cultivators around here, all of those that had barely escaped the Temperate Refinement Zone, currently heaving a collective sigh of relief, thanking their lucky stars to have survived that disaster.