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 woke up in a comfortable bed. It's been only a few days since I last had the chance to experience this kind of luxury, yet it seemed to me as if ages had passed since I last rested my head against a pillow.

'I wish I could wake up like day every day,' I thought, unable to chase off the feeling of foreboding. It was as if this kind of luxury was occasional rather than permanent.

I tightened my jaws to the point my teeth started to hurt. The pull of the warm sheets and soft pillow was that great. Yet, once I assembled all the willpower that I had, I pushed myself out of bed.

No matter how comfortable my night was, I could sense that the day was about to begin. It was a sixth sense that I developed over my diligent days back at the Skyladder sect.

I looked down, only to realize that I had failed to take my robes off when I went to sleep yesterday. It was a small mishap, yet it only proved just how tired I was back then.

The hunt begins