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

"Someone, stop him!" the shout resounded in the air, a mere few moments too late. A few moments too late to change the fate of the man who ordered my death.

This shout happened a mere moment before I ripped the arms away from the poor fellow. If it happened before I was told to die, maybe I would still stop. If someone nicely asked me, that is. But now, after the futile attempt at my life, someone appeared and wished for me to stop.

When they wanted to kill me, it was all right. But when I defended and retaliated, I was suddenly the bad guy?

'Gosh, I hate politics,' I thought, shaking my head with disagreement over the sect's method.

To say that this moment made me disillusioned with the Skyladder sect would be a slight overestimation. Sure, if I still harbored any expectations towards the sect I was supposed to be a part of, I would be disillusioned hard.

Rampage