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

"This disciple greets the patriarch!"

The sound of this one, uniform shout coming out of nearly a hundred throats at once accompanied Vaner as he retreated from the excavation site.

"The disciples are really thankful for your help, patriarch," the escorting elder whispered. "No, we all are," he then added, changing his message a bit.

"I only did what I should," Vaner muttered in response, still struggling with an impostor syndrome running rampant in his soul.

"Be it as it may, the former patriarch wouldn't bother to come forth and personally help with this kind of ordinary job," the elder disagreed. He then raised his fist to his lips, hiding the small chuckle that followed. "In fact, he would admonish me for merely disagreeing with him just like I did with you right now, Patriarch," the middle-aged elder added.

Vaner's enlightenment