MotivatedSloth

Scorned by the world he was born in, Arthur had no other choice but to learn how to deal with it. Yet, just as his hard work and dedication were about to pay off, the hate towards his origins brought him to his death. 

But that wasn't his fate. His future wasn't supposed to end with his head cracking against the edge of the stairs. His bloodline could not die as that would be against the wish of the universe itself. 

Thrown to another world, he found himself in a situation where the skills and craft he honed would be no longer of use. His patience, his creativity, his logical thinking were no longer in demand in a world where strength reigned supreme. 

Or was it?

"My system is overpowered. I'm not shameless enough to deny it."

"Scores of women and slaves all around? Those are the wishes of a naive kid, not mine."

"Lower the price of those apples by a quarter and we will have a deal!"

"Dear, stop, I cannot hold any longer!"

Jump in and follow Arthur's adventures as he proves that even the illogical world of sword and cultivation has its own rules. Laws, that one can learn, laws, that Arthur sets off to use to his own advantage!


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This novel will have some comedic elements, but it won't be the core of the story. I also won't hold back any punches when it comes to dark humor, heavy elements or morally ambiguous aspects. If you are looking for a fckboy/edgelord/cliche, then his novel is not for you.

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One Last System

Mia somehow managed to put on her robes on the move, even though this would be the first time for her actually wearing them. 


The silky material of the direct disciple couldn't even begin to compare with the rugs that the slave robes were made from. Yet, even though this was the first time for her, she couldn't care less about it.


She stormed out of the villa as if the devil itself was chasing her. She clenched her hands into fists, pushing the doors to the building open as she rushed to the outside. 


Yet, there was no anger or wrath on her face. Only tears and tons of self-loathing were written all over her eyes.


"Just what did you say that for, you big idiot!" Mia cursed at herself, breaking free from the restraints of the mansion. Yet, as soon as the doors to the villa closed behind the girl, she rested her back against the wall only to slide down and slump down on her bottom. 


Mia's struggle