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

Jenne didn't walk back to his mansion. He rushed back instead, fueling his mad dash with the fury brimming in his soul.

From the very moment he pushed the doors open, he vented his anger on everyone and everything around. Before he could even make his way to his private study, vases, sculptures, and paintings, each of which was worth more than an average sect disciple would earn in their entire life, were crushed on the floor.

"The fuck are you looking at?!" he screamed out at the unfortunate maid that happened to be in the main hall the moment the young master returned. "Pack your things and scram!" he shouted, chasing the poor woman away.

By the time he managed to reach the private study, Jenne had already depreciated the value of his property by roughly a tenth of its starting bid. Even though he wasn't its true owner but just a current holder in the name of his clan, this wasn't something that he was actually allowed to do.

[Bonus chapter] Jenne's rage