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

'Yes, I want to know,' Mia thought to herself as she swallowed down a gulp of saliva before following after the man.

With how they refused to just explain the situation right away on the street, she assumed that there was no point asking about it now.

They would tell her only when they would be ready for it. Inquiring about the topic right now would only make the opinion those two had of her falter.

During their entire tour back to the auction hall, not a single one of the trio uttered a single word.

Mia was too scared to bother the two clearly important figures. As for Ackhart and Andrea, she could only guess what their reason for the silence was.

"Finally home," Andrea muttered when their small group passed through the set of columns that decorated the entrance to the auction hall.

Her shoulders dropped the second she released a deep sigh, indicating that she was tense all over through the entire journey back to this place.

He, who controls the flow of money