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

"How fucking vile," I muttered under my breath as I took a knee by the side of the two survivors.

It was a man and a woman, both looking to be in their early twenties. Yet, as if her turn has yet to come, the woman was actually in a pretty good state.

A pretty good state, within the frame of reference of the cave I stepped in, that is.

Her body was filthy. Blood, earth, and piss mixed all over her clothes, giving off a disgusting stench. Yet, besides several bruises and some heavy trauma to the head, the girl was relatively okay.

And the man... His state was the direct opposition, bearing marks of prolonged torture.

Save for his relatively intact genitals, the young man went through a pretty similiar stuff to another man whose corpse I noticed before.

His face was cut into pieces. Yet, as if to torture him by making him watch as well, his eyes were intact.

Brutality