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

Finding out what room we wanted to take for ourselves was quite exhausting yet fulfilling at the same time. Yet, as much as I would want to just focus on fixing its state and introducing some basic improvements…

I was the lord of all my time no longer. And if I wanted to keep the cohesion of my faction, I had to ensure everyone could see me working harder than they would ever do themselves.

'I will be able to get it easier after a few days… but the first few of them are crucial,' I thought, forcing myself to stand up from the sofa while prompting my dearest along.

"We need to go back," I said in a small voice.

Seeing Mia's peaceful face when I cuddled her on my lap… Doing anything that could harm this image of peace and happiness that Mia represented for me could only be called heresy.

Yet, it was a heresy I had no other choice but to commit.

It's up to the leader to show the meaning of a hard work