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 ran forward as if there was no tomorrow.

Swing on the branch, pull my legs up to avoid a bush that I failed to notice before...

My road through the thicker parts of the forest was closer to dance than a normal manner of traveling. A dance consisting of several intricate moves, each allowing me to skip over a different difficulty for normal walking.

A huge rock in the way? I would either jump above it or angle my path around it.

A set of trees too close together for me to squeeze through? I would either angle my path upwards so I could squeeze through the part where the trees were thinner. And if I didn't have that much momentum built up, I would simply run around the obstacle only to pick up the speed a second later.

'I've got a bad feeling about this,' I thought as I neared the place where the strange, violet meteorite crashed into the forest.

Storm begins