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

"Do they feel nice?" Mia asked, staring down right at my face with her lust-filled eyes. Yet, despite how intense her stare was, she somehow managed to hold herself back, refusing to increase the momentum of her plan.

"How should I answer this?" I muttered, squeezing down at the softness of her chest. Feeling my fingers sinking into her delicate skin, I kept this constant urge to feel her up, a desire that even actually feeling her up wouldn't sate. "They are the most divine pillow, the tastiest mouthpiece, the most efficient stress-ball," I muttered several ways to describe how I felt while playing around with her boob.

"Stress ball?" Mia cutely angled her head, puzzled by the words I used.

Mia's practical lessons (r18)