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

Entering the city… turned out to be far harder than I expected it to be.

Not because it was hard to actually get inside. Not at all. Sure, some of the ruins fell apart and covered the roads in the rubble. There were some places that we couldn't cross at all and had to resort to Mia guiding us around.

But overall, it was surprisingly easy to walk around the ruins of the Tuxi Outerpost. So easy, I couldn't help but suspect that someone either already tried to clean it up… or that the rubble was simply missing.

The question was… who and for what reason would ever bother trying to move rubble away?

No, entering the city in a physical way was easier than I expected. It was the mental side of the action that actually dragged my soul down.

'Isn't this the coffee where I saw Mia for the first time since our parting?' I asked myself, looking at no more than just foundation, floor, and two, unconnected shy stretches of wall.

Division of labour