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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[Sister novel released (Same Universe): "Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society"]
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I Hate Systems

In the System World existed a group of Systems, all from the Luck Genre. It was a once in a lifetime scene, as Systems from the same Genre, that had always hidden themselves from one another were now gathered together.

On one side was the Destiny Luck System, resembling a fawn as it tried its best to calm itself but was unable to do so, turning angrier and angrier as it shouted, "What the fuck did you do, Coincidental Luck?"

"Don't pin the blame on me." Standing a couple of metres before the fawn was a deer, the Coincidental Luck System that snorted in response, "Why are you acting like this doesn't involve you? Weren't you the one that tried to rope in Stencil Carburettor?"

The Luck Systems Meet