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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

Missing word

Raising the level of my translator job took away most of the daylight from my day off. As such, when I started looking for any clues about the arcane weaponmaster job, I went into a frenzy. 

I did a quick sweep through all the books that I bought only to confirm something I already knew. 

Not a single one of those precious commodities had any mention of the job I was interested in on its title or first few pages. 

'It's no use, isn't it?' I thought, putting all the books back to my storage ring, leaving only the formation guide open. 

There were no windows in the tent. Yet, through some kind of magic tomfoolery, the sunlight still got through its walls, just bright enough to let me read in peace. 

Sadly, the small point of light that marked the position of the sun was already getting dangerously low on the tent's wall. 

'I don't have much time,' I thought, clenching my teeth and looking down on the book.