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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

Arthur's proxy

From the brothel, the next place that I had to visit was an auction hall. 

As one of the two pillars of my power in this world, this place offered me both opportunities to earn money, but most importantly, it could help me spend my money too. 

'Reinvesting one's assets is the primary way of growing,' I thought, recalling one of the many smart quotes that I found back on earth. 

In other words, money that doesn't move does not work for itself. What was the use of keeping money on your account if it wasn't making you more money?

Surprisingly enough, the distance between the brothel and the auction hall was laughably small. 

'Given how this place operates like some sort of bank as well,' I thought, thinking about the account I had with them. Then, I shook my head. 'I guess they had to set themselves up pretty close to each other. 

The brothel was the main money sink. The auction house was the money provider.