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

As usual, we returned to the camp when the sun started to hide behind the horizon.

This was the reason why I was so eager to read as much as I could during my day off, as I could hardly scramble together half an hour of daylight daily during the usual day of mine.

"You should get some rest," Lucius advised. "Even if your haul for today was small, it's better to prepare for tomorrow instead of being angry over it," he added as he sent a meaningful look towards my pouch before turning around and leaving for the tent.

'It really seems that he cares about how much I bring in... a bit too much,' I once again arrived at the same conclusion. But right now, all I could do about it was shrug my shoulders and go back to whatever I actually wanted to do.

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