Overlord_Venus

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.
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I Hate Systems

"Let me scout them first." Compass Carburettor said as one of his Spydragons slipped out of his clothes and slithered on the ground, hidden within the grass as it headed towards the Dungeon gate.

Thanks to its size and its unassuming appearance, it wasn't detected by the two Grogars that stood guard. Within a minute, it slithered behind them, crawling into the Dungeon entrance from the corner.

The moment it appeared on the other side, Compass Carburettor inhaled a deep breath in shock, muttering, "Beyond the entrance lies a cliff. It is around 10 metres in height."

The Spydragon hid beside a rock, watching a Grogar walk towards the bottom of a cliff. Its neck then extended before coiling around a rock protrusion in the middle of the cliff. Its neck muscles convulsed as they tightened, lifting up its body before it reached the top of the cliff.

Beginnings of the Secret Society (Part 12)