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 timed my return from the auction hall so that I wouldn't waste a single second.

I patiently waited right until the last moment. The last call if I wanted to return with Lucius.

In theory, I could completely ditch the hunting part of the game. As long as I could provide my quotas, the sect at large wouldn't care.

In other words, I could simply ask Auction Hall to take care of this while focusing my attention elsewhere.

'Right now, going back to the camp still serves a purpose,' I thought, abandoning the idea.

Growing stronger was my current priority. And no matter how much more convenient it was to be near the sect, I didn't dare to cultivate in the city.

I was already on the verge of breaking through to the ninth level. Just a few points pumped more into my level gauges, and I could celebrate another breakthrough.

But I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself.

Adolescent Enlightement