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

For a moment, the two of us stood against each other, staring the other one down.

"Are you threatening me?" the Overseer asked, squinting his eyes. His fingers tightened into fists as his aura condensed.

'That was unnecessary,' I thought, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.

My words were nothing more but a distant shadow of the feelings boiling all the way at the bottom of my soul. The feelings that I continued to do my very best to distance myself from.

But on the other hand, I couldn't just let this fucker do whatever he wanted. Some sort of resistance was a must.

"I'm just answering the question you asked... senior," I replied in the same cold tone that I used to utter my previous sentence with.

Once again, the air turned silent. For a second, I could perfectly hear even the slightest noise of the animals from the forest nearby, the wind rustling between combs of herbs and leaves of the trees.

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