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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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Monster on the road

The pathfinder led me towards the beast in a pretty cautious way. Instead of just walking upright as he has done before, he bent his body so low that he almost moved on all fours. 

Sadly, I wasn't used to this kind of maneuver. The best I could do was to try my absolute best not to cause any noise as I followed the man's back. 

"Stay tight," the man ordered once he judged we got close enough. "I will go and deal with the beast. For now, just stay and wait," he ordered, changing the hold on his spear from a comfortable one to a ready-to-use one. 

And then, he just disappeared. 

He was two to three meters ahead of me. His outfit didn't give any feel of camouflage or anything even close to that. Yet, the second I blinked, I lost track of his body and movements alike.