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

"Urgh…" a small moan escaped through my lips.

My entire body screamed with unwillingness. Despite sleeping in a simple hole in the ground, I somehow ended up extremely comfortable.

'I really don't want to…' I complained in my mind, feeling a wave of repulsion move through my entire soul.

'But I need to wake up,' I told myself, slowly pushing my body through the fog of drowsiness. And then, after a long struggle, I finally opened my eyes.

The inside of the ground hole was relatively dark. Only a tiny bit of light fell inside through the small hole I left right below the ceiling.

Yet, as little light as it was, it proved that, beyond any doubt, the day was already starting.

"Why was the world created in a way where waking up is always a damn pain?" I whispered to myself.

I felt the extreme need to voice my complaints out loud. Yet, as I started to move my lips, I felt a sudden wave of cold air hitting my face.

Lazy morning