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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
Not enough ratings
509 Chs

Let's turn him in

Lucius sat in the Inn for hours. 

It was as if he was frozen in time, not perceiving its passage at all. 

If not for his occasional move of the arm to take a sip, one could easily mistake him for some kind of modern sculpture. 

He sat and did nothing but slowly sip on his drink for hours. He saw Arthur sneaking to the staircase with the corner of his eyes...

But he sat and waited, patiently wetting his lips with the booze. 

Only when the sun hid for the night, long after Arthur returned and likely went to sleep, Lucius finally made his move. 

He gently placed the cup on the table. Despite acting grumpy all day, he didn't exhibit even the slightest hint of anger or annoyance. 

Once the bill was taken care of, Lucius left the Inn, heading for the inner ring of the sect. 

The streets were empty so late in the night, allowing for a smooth trip. Before long, Lucius pushed the doors open and arrived at his destination.