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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

Confrontation

I pushed the doors to the logistic center open. 

For a moment, neither of the two inside noticed me. The courtesy of well-maintained hinges of the building's door. 

I managed to make it roughly to the middle of the main hall before one of them noticed me. 

The Clerk's eyes twitched when he noticed the movement. Yet, when he laid his eyes on me, his face froze, unchanged despite Lucius continuing his tirade. 

"He will earn far more than he could ever hope to with just hunting. I'm telling you, once he tastes the other side of the tradition, he won't mind losing a single quota!" 

Lucius continued to speak, the look on his face pretty relaxed. 

Then, he finally realized that there was something wrong with his counterpart. The Clerk's face was just too still. 

"What's wrong?" Lucius asked, still looking at the Clerk's face.