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

"My wrath?" I echoed Madam's words. My expression turned into a snicker that I quickly hid by turning my head away and shielding it with one of my hands.

But I obviously wasn't fast enough.

"Madam is amounting me to way too much," I added after taking my time to calm down my amusement.

"I just followed up on your words. It's you who brought your job of a contractor to the discussion," Madam said. This time, it was her turn to chuckle.

"But it was one of your girls that thought it would be a wise idea to threaten me," I replied after giving the middle-aged woman a moment to enjoy her fake victory.

"Oh, you can't tell me you took it seriously!" Madam protested, releasing another chuckle. Then, her gaze turned cold. "And if that wasn't the case... Why did you bring out your job as a contractor into the discussion?" she asked.

What a clever woman. Or rather, what a manipulative piece of filth.

Commotion at the brothel