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

'That's going to be...' Mia hesitated a little when she saw the insides of the carriage she was supposed to board.

It wasn't bad. On the contrary, it was luxurious.

Starting with the seats, instead of cramming all the disciples like she expected, the carriage was outfitted with proper chairs, each of them covered in blankets and pillows for the comfort of transportation.

Yet, the people sitting inside gave Mia the greatest impression.

'It's going to be hard,' she thought, clenching her jaws as she stepped on the small stairs by the side of the carriage and entered the vehicle.

"So this is the last one to join," one of the passengers commented the second Mia appeared.

He was a young man in a set of robes vastly different from what Mia was wearing. But that was the case to literally everyone on the carriage.

Yet, even though everyone wore different clothes, one thing unified them all.

Against the expectations