I Hate Systems

Magister hovered in the void, dispirited as he stared at a Magical World, sighing, "This is stifling."

"I can't even research anything."

"Who cares about your stupid research." The fragment of the Representative System fused to his body snorted, "Just remain as a puppet until the end. You don't have an alternative anyway."

"Is…that so?" Magister didn't retort as he teleported and arrived at a Technological World, intending to attack it when a canon formed before him and unleashed a beam at him, blasting him away.

Magister wasn't injured by the attack but instead was thrown off from the universe itself. Arriving at a halt, he muttered, "It seems Technocraft became stronger after having fought against Reincarnation and Transmigration."

"He's capable of sending me flying so casually now."

"He's not the third strongest Genre Representative for nothing." The Representative Fragment, Slayer muttered, not affected in the slightest, "But that doesn't matter. In the end, only three Genre Representatives exist now. It's just a matter of time before we control them all."

Swoosh!

"Eh?" Slayer blinked in surprise, sensing the Mental Energy streaming into him through Magister stop all of a sudden. "What's happening?"

…

Gong! Kaboom!

Intense explosions resounded in a void as a universe shrunk until it became tiny, moulded into the shape of a glove that fell in the hands of an individual with blazing hair.

It was Compass Carburettor who had completed his preparations, staring at the glove for a couple of minutes before he wore them. He snapped his finger, morphing the glove's shape with a thought, transforming it into a familiar gun as he aimed forth and shot a bullet.

The bullet vanished as the silence of the void greeted him. He closed his eyes and focused on the gun, smiling at the result, "It turned out just as I expected."

Universal Anthozoa—Survival Life of a Fragile Mortal!

The universe that he created through his Genre Representation was first allowed to develop. After that, through the usage of Tell-Tale and Lore, Compass Carburettor worked on shrinking it gradually until it turned into a glove.

He had inserted one mechanism in it, of being able to morph its shape as he desired through Tell-Tale.

When Lore and Tell-Tale combined, Compass Carburettor gained the ability to rapidly modify universes as he saw fit and wield them as tools.

Compass Carburettor reversed the Universal Anthozoa into its glove form and smiled as he caressed it, "This will be my trump card."

It had been more than a century since he unleashed his Genre Representation. Now that he had recovered from the after-effects and had also regained his emotional quotient, Compass Carburettor began to equip himself with weapons that were made using entire universes.

The first of their kind was the Suit of Mortality that he created by channelling the power of his Mortality through a universe. The function of this was to veil his strength and presence even while he was actively employing his powers.

It was an extension of his state brought about by the Psyche Stars. His second universe weapon was the Universal Anthozoa. Third was created by refining a space opera universe into a set of boots that emulated Truck-Kun's ability to travel—Boot of Transmigration.

Using them, Compass Carburettor arrived at the Darble World, inhaling a calm breath before he began to morph this universe, resulting in the universe weapon—Ring of Secrecy.

As this was the birthplace of the Secret Society, it was apt in becoming a weapon that amplified his creation of the Secret Society. After transforming the laws of a universe, Compass Carburettor was employing them to raise the potency of his abilities.

Finally, he arrived at one of Mystique's universes that had been destroyed thanks to the Fate System's actions. Intense hate seethed in the void but nothing else existed, wholly bombarded by the Serpent Universe crashing into them.

Compass Carburettor selected the universe that had the strongest foundation and the most intense hatred of Mystique seething through it, beginning to refine it too. In the meantime, he sent a fragment of himself to the void where Hazen was, staring at the latter remaining in the same pose as before, observing the Cultivation World before him.

The fragment of Compass Carburettor asked in surprise, "You've yet to consume this universe? It has almost been two centuries."

"I'm waiting, Compass." Hazen didn't even spare a glance his way as he calmly stared at his world's development, "What do you think I lack the most to exact revenge on the Systems?"

"It's energy." Compass Carburettor said without hesitation, "You have potent powers but you'll run out of energy before you exercise even half of them."

"That's true, but I never proceeded in a route that necessitated energy dependency." Hazen spoke calmly, "My power is entirely cause and effect dependent. And the mind is the medium I use to unleash this. So, all I need to do is raise my causality, that's all."

"Even though my attacks were effective on the Regression System, it regressed itself to escape the effect. But, had it been Zaira or Mystique that injured it, even regressing wouldn't solve its issues since the damage would be carried through its timeline." He spoke calmly, "Despite only its future getting targeted, its past too is influenced as a result."

"In that fight, I realised the essence of what I need to achieve. Through the effect, I can influence the cause too. I only need to have enough causality to achieve that." He stared at his world, grinning, "And this is what I derived. I'm almost there, Compass."

The fragment of Compass Carburettor stared at the world and was stunned, "What the heck…is that?"

He focused on an old man seated in a shabby hut on one outskirt of a city, a cold aura condensed around him, "Extreme…Providence?"

The Compass Carburettor fragment then focused on a fisherman nearby, observing that his fishing rod seemed to be one with his body, "A Trash Martial Spirit but…he's attained Extreme Providence too?"

In a fluster, Compass Carburettor fragment observed the people, whether it be an old man on the verge of death, a young lady or even a teenager, irrespective of their Martial Spirit grade, they had all attained Extreme Providence.

"Thanks to the Main Character's actions, not to mention the involvement of the Luck Systems, fate had been stirred enough in the Gaider Realm back then, allowing Balmer of the Blazing Sun Clan to attain Extreme Providence." Hazen huffed in pride, "And now, I've been focusing to make everyone attain that peak."