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

"Extract the core?" Mia repeated after me with a surprise filling her voice. "And why is that?" she then asked, leaning her head over her shoulder while alternating her eyes between my face and the bleeding-out corpse of the beast she hunted.

"Because if you don't do so, the core will melt and spread throughout the entire corpse," I quickly replied, basing my answer on my own experiences.

It happened somewhere in the first few days of my life on a contract.

As I was fed up with the idea of leaving nearly the entirety of what we hunted back in the wild, I opted to bring an entire game along with me to the camp.

Back then, I was extremely happy, hardly capable to wait before cooking the game so that I could finally get a proper taste of my labor.

And yet, rather than feasting on the small beast that I hunted, I ended up throwing the entire pot worth of stew out when Lucius broke the news to me.

Gutting the game