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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

Fixing the formation

Despite how many things happened in my head just a moment ago, I couldn't waste time. 

This was the one sacrilege I couldn't commit. 

In this world, I was free. I had no ceiling pressuring me down from above.

This was the reason why I could do so much and work so hard. 

Because in this world, my efforts would have tangible results. And one of them I could arrange right away. 

I moved calmly out of my room roughly ten minutes after the encounter with Lucius. 

I didn't bother thinking whether he heard me moving out or not. And to say it frankly, I couldn't care less. 

In the end, he was only my Overseer. 

As long as I provided the minimum quota required by the contract, he couldn't do anything. 

In other words, right now, his advices were as important as the barking of the dog. 

Sometimes useful, but mostly just an annoyance.