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

"Don't be so hard on him when you return."

Veila appeared before Mia even managed to get to the main gate of the sect.

She wore her usual clothes and a small knowing smile that indicated she was already in the know.

As such, Mia didn't waste her precious free time trying to probe what the girl meant.

"What happened to work as hard as it takes?" she only muttered in response, theatrically rolling her eyes. She then looked towards the nearby gate, a decorative piece that set the boundary between the sect grounds and the civilian area.

"I didn't really think about it before, but..." Mia said in a low voice before moving her eyes directly at Veila's face. "What makes you push forward?" she asked bluntly.

"Going right for the prize, aren't you?" Veila only smiled before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but if you want to know that, you will need to make us win at least one tournament first," she quickly denied Mia's question.

Don't overwork yourself