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#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#SYSTEM
#R18
#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

What to do with all the surviviors

The fight wasn't over yet. But contrary to all the time that we fought, I could actually see its end drawing somewhat near. 

'This feels strange,' I suddenly thought. 'This fight... no longer feels like one.'

Now that the three of us synchronized with each other, this battle no longer felt like a fight. It appeared more like a job in a factory when everyone did their bit. 

The emotions turned into boredom. The danger of the monsters turned into the procedure of avoiding their attacks or depriving them of their power before their attack could even reach their target. 

All in all, rather than like a fighter, I started to feel like some lowly worked in an exploitative factory out in the sticks. 

And with that feeling prevailing over my soul, the fight finally drew to an end only to end as anticlimactically as it ever could.