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 when the first rays of the sun tore through the thin walls of the tent.

Those walls were made from materials that protected from temperature and elements but not against the sunlight.

'I bet it was an intentional part of the design,' I thought, donning my robes and looking around my compartment.

Even though it was only temporary, this place served as my room and home. Just like back when I used to travel to visit my parents, leaving this place filled me with a distant echo of nostalgia and reluctance.

But the truth behind this feeling, this attachment, was wholly different. I didn't want to leave the camp so soon because that would affect my ability to learn more.

Sure, I could read a lot while on the sect grounds... But any sort of practical experiments would be way too risky to conduct.

'I hope I will at least be able to cultivate there,' I thought as I pushed the doors to my room open.

Town's Inn