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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

MotivatedSloth · Fantaisie
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509 Chs

Mutual confusion

"Your Royal Highness." 

The atmosphere tensed out the very second this title left my mouth. 

I watched with satisfaction how the man's face turned stale at first, then twisted in shock only for his eyes to end up squinting when he looked at me again. 

This time, however, rather than throwing a casual glance, he truly looked at me. 

Not as some random cultivator he chanced upon. But as someone who could potentially be a threat to him. 

In other words, a little bit less than an equal, but way more than a stray cultivator below him. 

"That's quite brave of you to use that title," the man said, his eyes zeroed in on my face. "But if you knew who I am, I can't say whether it was courage or stupidity that made you utter it."

The spiritual energy of the man, formerly confined all to his body, now started to move. And as soon as the royal allowed his cultivation to flow, his casual persona vanished without a trace.