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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 · Fantasia
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509 Chs

Let's kick some balls

Mia was a woman of a few words. 

Before anyone could as much as respond to her words, she approached the nearest of her enemies. 

"DIE!" he shouted the same phrase as everyone else, clearly trying to use his mental state to improve the force of the punch. 

Mia didn't bother dodging at all. She simply took a step to the side, getting away from the path of the man's fist. 

"Unlucky," she muttered, staring down at the man with clear sympathy. 

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" the man shouted, throwing another punch, this time with his left first. 

"Woah, that's an improvement," Mia whispered before letting out a small whistle. 

Just like before, she stepped to the side, allowing the man's fist to brush past her robes. 

"Now, it's my turn," she said, reaching out and grabbing the man by his clothes.