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One Last System

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! **** 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. Discord: https://discord.gg/PNGgcMr

MotivatedSloth · Fantasy
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509 Chs

[Bonus chapter]Mia's little scheme

Mia waited in the long line at the administrative office of the sect. 

If the distribution center was the beating heart of the sect that brought energy and nutrients to its disciples, the administrative office was its brain. 

All sorts of decisions would be made here. 

From confirming the mentor-student relationship, through giving out quests and missions, all the way to expulsing unruly disciples or punishing them. 

But Mia was here for a whole different reason. 

"Next!" the clerk sitting behind a mahogany desk shouted, shooing away his previous guest at the same time. 

'That didn't go well for him,' Mia thought, watching how a disciple she didn't know left the place with his head hanging low over his chest. 

"Your business?" the clerk asked, not wasting his energy on pleasantries. 

"I would like to apply for the next tournament," Mia said without any hesitation.