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

"Argh…" I muttered once I finally got to drop down on my bed.

Back when I moved out of it in the morning, I didn't expect that the entire day would turn so damn busy and hectic.

It was all supposed to be just the first step of freeing me and Mia from the burdens of managing the town and dealing with everything ourselves… but it ended up with the two of us managing the town all on our own and doing most of the now increased workload by, yeah, you guessed it right, our damn fucking selves!

"Now, now…" Mia patted my shoulders only to push me down on the bed and then leave for the depths of the room. "It wasn't all that bad, was it?" she suggested, busying herself with looking through the shelves of the kitchen area of the room. "You want something sweet or rather sour?" she asked, seamlessly changing the topic from what happened during the day to what I would like to eat.

An evening of life