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 dragon hunter's words lingered in my ears. And even without turning my head around, I could tell that I wasn't the only one paying the utmost attention to them.

'Maybe I should've conducted this… interview in a place somewhat more private,' I thought, realizing my mistake a bit too late.

But how could I know that what this man would speak about would directly relate to the things that I already had some clues that touched upon the greatest secrets related to this world?

'One of those who returned,' I thought, gritting my teeth when the cogs in my mind twitched and started to run smoothly.

This name simply clicked with who I really was, assuming that my idea behind this world being just a post-apocalyptic version of the extremely far future of the world I always belonged to.

Just a single question