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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

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

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"Is this supposed to be some sort of... a play?" Mia asked, watching how I took the excessive part of her sleeve and bound it to a random pole with the thread. 

When Mia heard my request a moment ago, she blushed. Even though those complicated emotions still lingered deeply in her eyes, I could tell what kind of thoughts flared up in her mind. 

It seemed that even if she was troubled by something, she was still far more than willing to let me engage in any kind of play that I would find exciting. 

Even if it went as far as to involve ropes and threads!

But now, instead of being bound to the bed, instead of having her freedom or senses restrained, I simply bound a small part of her robe on a pole while making sure Mia's hand could be a safe distance away.