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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 · ファンタジー
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Two objectives

The spike on top of the otherwise perfectly smooth ball pierced through Vaner's thumb as if his royal skin offered no resistance. 

The same skin that could easily withstand slashes of swords and axes alike gave way to the simple spike that wasn't enhanced with even the tiniest shred of spiritual energy. 

That alone spoke wonders about the technique used to create this altar, a technique that was long gone to the people of this world.

And then, right as the first drop of blood oozed out of Vaner's thumb onto the spike, the tiny runes that covered the entire surface of the altar finally made themselves known. 

There wasn't any sound or cascading effect that would draw one's attention to the change. It only looked as if the single drop of blood got diluted many times over without losing the hue of its color, only to then fill countless rifts engraved slightly below the surface of the stone.