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 had to stand up from the bed, take a small stroll around the room and sit right back in my place before I could look at Mia again.

This entire exercise was all aimed to get a fresh look at her face. As the one who applied all the beautification products on her, I lacked this breaking stage. I lacked this before and after a moment when I could compare.

"You are really going to get me killed," I muttered as I sat on the bed and stared down at Mia's face.

Her cheeks turned red as she lowered her eyes bashfully.

"What do you mean?" she faltered in a tiny voice.

"You are just too beautiful for my heart to handle," I replied, cringing down at this kind of repeatable compliment. The only thing that eased the pain on my soul caused by my cringe was how it was actually the honest expression of my thoughts.

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