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

What won't I do for science?

Thump. 

The dull sound of my shoes hitting the hard stones of the floor wasn't loud enough to attract anyone's attention. The shouts of the people from the auction hall all rushing in to deal with the fire were more than enough to cover the noise I made. 

'No one should be able to see me,' I thought, quickly changing my position from where I landed. 

With the fires to my back, the area that their light didn't reach would turn subjectively even darker. Anyone who would as much as throw a single glance towards the commotion would have a way harder time noticing my silhouette in the darkness. 

It was a trick I learned... by reading books. Something that one of my favorite authors pointed out, explaining why guards in the medieval cities rarely used fires while patrolling the walls through the night.