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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

Turning point (1.6)(end of the sequence)

I struggled; there was no denying it. 

For every second that my body was coated in the mass of mana creating my avatar, more and more impurities would go into my flesh, corrupting my potential even further. 

In theory, I could simply create more processing stones to increase how much energy I could filter through my formations...

But doing so would require me to find time to do so. And I didn't even need a single attempt to know that the monster right in front of me wouldn't give me such a chance. 

As such, for every blow that I would execute, two things would happen. First, yet another chunk of the violet mana that made up the monster's body would fall to the ground. As it was coated in a thin layer of pure energy, the monster couldn't reabsorb it, leaving the former chunks of its body for me to consume. Yet, that was the end of the good news. 

Because for every punch of mine, my corruption would also raise.