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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

Turning point (1.5)

Now that the reaction between two kinds of mana was ongoing, pumping it up a notch was a simple task. In reality, all it took for me to once again invoke the power that nearly burned my insides to a crisp was to infuse more of my energies into it. 

And that's exactly what I did. 

Once again, my body exploded in pain as the pure mana flooded my system, flooded my insides, and flooded every last inch of the area I controlled within the Mage's Tower. 

Once again, I felt like every last inch of my skin came into contact with the very sun, the very origin of the power called spiritual energy by the locals and mana by me. 

But this time, I didn't bother trying to wrestle control over the totality of this power. Rather than that, I allowed it to flow freely through the pathways I created during the early phases of my cultivation. 

And just like when I wanted to quickly reach the Outerpost, my newfound energy reacted to my deep wishes.