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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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Return of the arcana

"The thing I will need the most, save for the standard resources like coal, iron, and other ore, is a formation that will infuse the fires with spiritual energy."

I listened in to the request before noting a few words down on my paper. 

"What do you mean by infusing the fires?" I asked while raising my eyes from my small desk and throwing a glance at the blacksmith. 

After a short wait after asking Mia to fetch the craftsmen, people started to gather in our room. 

In the end, there was a total of seventeen craftsmen came forward, with only twelve of them reaching a high rank before the apocalypse. 

Still, it didn't matter that we only had a single cook of a measly fifth level as it was better to have one than to not have even a single one at all.