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

It felt weird. Insanely weird. To see the last day of my life on earth as some sort of a thought-ghost floating in the nothingness with Mia's ghost by my side.

And it felt all the more weird with how our bodies moved even without our direct control, acting just on instincts and feedback from our connection alone to accommodate our most wicked and depraved desires.

So, while our bodies continued to cuddle and shower each other with kisses and hugs, my consciousness mixed with Mia's as the two of us watched how I stood in front of the university's gate, desperately looking for my number on the list displaying those who got accepted.

My own voice sounded in the strange space we were in, only for all the emotions of shock, disbelief, and refusal to follow.

Yet, despite how the worst part of my old life was playing out right in front of our eyes, Mia didn't really pay attention to it.

Memories that I never knew I had (r18)