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 sat at the table, sipping on her tea in silence.

'Just how did we come to such a situation?' she thought, annoyed with how the things developed.

Rather than sipping on a tea with this disgusting man, she would much rather look into the events at the auction hall.

Yet, here she was, stuck in this fancy restaurant that her team politely cleared out from all the other customers.

There were a total of five people beside Naida in the room, all seated around the fancy place.

"Sigh..." Mia slowly released the air from her lungs before finally moving her annoyed eyes at the man on the other end of the table. "Why don't you start talking already," she suggested, not willing to waste a single second more than necessary on this trouble.

Jenne already filled his role of causing a distraction. Any further energy spent on dealing with him would be a waste of time.

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