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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

Terms of the business

"My demands are pretty simple and, in my opinion, fair," I smiled when the Madam finally moved on to the main point of the evening. 

"In total, there are three things I'm interested in. First is a supply of fancy materials that I can use to make the clothes," I said, pointing my hand at the few pieces that remained on the table. 

"That's reasonable," the middle-aged woman nodded her head in response. 

In the end, what I was selling was my skill and the idea, not the finished product. Since there was a big chance of cooperation between the two of us, it wouldn't be a problem for the brothel to organize the materials I needed for my work. 

In the end, they would be able to obtain them at a far lower price than an individual like me. 

What I didn't mention, though, was how they could also earn a lot by speculating on the prices of the silk and cloth.