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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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Another way to make money

"Just how should I make more money?" I muttered to myself while walking through the greenery-filled streets of the sect. 

The initial drive that people had to bully me was already gone. Even though I could feel some people staring at my back and I could hear their whispers, the intensity of the targetting was now far smaller.

That was the reason why I didn't bother walking towards the town when all I wanted from my stroll was to clear my thoughts a little. 

'No matter what I try, it shouldn't reveal my ties to the brothel,' I thought, making sure to mark that point deeply into my soul.

Since I was now looking for a way to earn enough to cover the tracks of the origin of my robes, I had to be able to let others track this source of income. That's why, if it was made in any way or form connected to my brothel business, I would only risk exposing that side hustle to the others.