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#REINCARNATION
#SYSTEM
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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#CULTIVATION
#GENIUS
#INVINCIBLE

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
#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#CULTIVATION
#GENIUS
#INVINCIBLE

To save the past while the future crumbles

"What grandiose names…" Vaner muttered while retracting his hand from the wall. 

"Authorization I can understand. Corporation likely is an archaic word for cooperation… But Sigma? Technical maintenance?"

Vaner shook his head. 

"No, I won't get anywhere with just guesses. I can't mix those words either," he told himself as he took a step back from the entrance and sat down, staring at the plaque he could see and the parts of the wall that invoked the words despite its runes being long lost to the decay. 

"Technical Maintenance Shaft…" Vaner muttered, staring at the only place with the runes left. 

"Shaft… Is this some sort of an ancient joke?" he thought, grasping at the straws. "If it's the shaft, then there should be a shroom and balls somewhere!" 

Vaner shook his head to the side, hoping to see some clues in his surroundings.