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

I walked through the open space of the sect grounds as I made my way towards the venue Vaner prepared. I had no idea how much good he could organize in the short timeframe he gave me, but I could only hope for the best.

After all, when it came to scheming, I couldn't hold a candle to experienced politicians like him. That's also why, as much as it pained Mia and me in extension, I decided to play low for as long as possible.

Because I was aware that in terms of schemes, I would never be a match to the people of Jenne's sort.

But there was one thing that I could easily topple them with. And it was growth.

The reason why I asked Vaner to organize as much cloth and sewing materials as he could, was pretty simple. And it had a lot to do with one tiny detail that my system unknowingly hinted at.

Venue