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

The leader of the dragon hunters shouted while raising his staff with likely a dragon's beating heart to the skies.

And in the meantime, I intensified the bombardment of my mana bolts, erasing both the only remaining ranger subordinate of his along with the one that stood back to support the rest.

As it turned out, targeting the supporter, in particular, was a great idea. The two melee users that only turned more frantic with their attack ever since the onslaught started managed to avoid death only thanks to the set of barriers that protected them from my attacks.

A set of barriers vanished the second the dragon hunter of a supporting role ceased to exist, along with several body parts of the last two of the soldiers in the instant that followed the supporter's death.

"How…" the leader of the now deceased group stared blankly at the situation right in front of him.

Onslaught of basic mana bolts