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

"They are not good enough," Vaner muttered under his nose as he watched all the remaining disciples of the skyladder sect lining up below the steps leading up to the throne hall.

"Disciples obey the Patriarch's command!" all those who have yet to be scouted by the sects from the higher zones bowed down.

"Junior disciples obey the Patriarch's command!" a small crowd of people behind the disciples shouted, all cupping their hands together and then bowing down in half.

'Not a single one of them is good enough,' Vaner gritted his teeth before raising his hand high up, only to slowly bring it down.

The crowd before him finally stopped bowing only to stand at attention. They all had their hands locked behind their backs and chest pushed pridefully up and forward.

Vaner's first ruling