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

Mia slowly pried her eyes open.

She woke up the second the sun reached the right angle to cast its rays right on her face.

'It's like the shuts are designed to wake one up at this precise hour,' Mia thought, dissatisfied with such an inconvenience.

But there was no downside to waking up early.

Mia pushed her legs off the edge of her bed and jumped down on the floor.

'So this is the day,' she thought, stretching her arms up and watching how her bust pushed her undercloth up.

There wasn't any sign of anxiety on the girl's face. She calmly walked over to the shelf, pulling out the set of elegant clothes provided by the sect.

'How stiff,' Mia thought, casting a glance at the robe.

Contrary to the usual set, the challenger robes were all white with a bit of black and red decal on their shoulder pads.

Reunion (part 1)