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

Not used to moving as fast as I did, I failed to change my direction in time. As a result, I crashed right through a thick, old three.

'Fuck,' I cursed under my breath, ignoring the annoyance of the pain as I ejected myself from the tree back on the path.

The sun has yet to turn violet. In theory, that should mean there was still some time.

'But what if it happens in a different way? What if it will be faster? Slower? Bigger? Smaller?' I asked question after question, forcing my very own self to realize just how futile my thoughts were.

Knowing nothing about this entire phenomenon and its source, I couldn't really expect it to abide by what I expected it to do!

'Fuck!' I nearly couldn't hold my voice back when sinking in my own thoughts proved to be disastrous as I once again crashed into another tree.

Turning point (1.3)