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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

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And so my journey begins

"Here it is," the boss returned to her office and slammed some papers on the table. 

It's already been an hour since I arrived at the auction hall. 

'It really had to be buried deep,' I thought. 

I was aware of the scale of the auction hall. There always had to be enough people to move around in an organization like that. 

And yet, the boss still took over an hour to find a single document. 

I put a wry smile on my face. 

"I think you are aware of how I can't read it," I commented, alternating my eyes between the document and the boss' face. 

"Ah, sorry," the woman shrugged. Judging from the face alone, she was pretty exhausted. "It's so late I forgot," she added in a sleepy voice before leaning over the document. 

She then grabbed an empty sheet of paper and a goose's feather.