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 really should go back," Vaner muttered under his nose as he continued to explore the strange place.

'I knew this sect had a lot of ancient secrets, but to think it was on this scale...' he thought, gazing at the simple yet insane wonders of clearly antique making.

The construction itself was insanely simple. It consisted of a single but massive wire that circled around the mountain.

'The scale of this thing,' Vaner thought, tracing his fingers against the texture of the ancient wall.

He dared not to touch the wire. Instead, he simply plunged into the dark, circular corridor that housed the wire.

"I wonder what was its use," Vaner muttered. The atmosphere of grandeur and precision filled the dark depths of the corridor. And the tunnel itself appeared to continue ad infinitum, most likely to circle around the sect.

Vaner's rationale