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

The receptionist nearly jumped when she saw me. Her eyes first opened wide and then calmed down as her professional behavior kicked in.

"Welcome to the auction hall, sir!" she greeted, respectfully bowing her head.

'Heh,' I chuckled in my mind. Then I shook my head and smiled humbly.

"Excuse me, but could you arrange a meeting with the boss of this branch?" I asked, politely nodding my head.

"Yes, right away," the girl replied while bowing her head.

It was my first time meeting her, yet she acted just like any of the earlier receptionists I met.

'Still,' I thought, pushing my body forward as I followed the girl. When I turned my eyes back at the entrance, someone else had already staffed the receptionist's desk. 'Everything went quite fast,' I rejoiced.

"Sir." The girl stopped by the doors, bowing her head and pointing me towards it. "The boss is waiting," she added.

Pushing the advantage