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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Bother and determination

Tac. Tac. Tac. 

Mia's fingers tapped against the solid wood of her desk as she looked down on the papers stacked all over her workspace. 

'This is annoying,' she thought, continuing to tap her fingers at the desk as if to release her pent-up exhaustion. 

The delicate sound of the wind bustling on the other side of the window combined with the rhythmic tapping, creating a white noise that only made Mia more aware of how tired she was. 

'But I don't have the time to rest,' she thought, shaking her head to focus herself on the task at hand. She then refocused her eyes and looked down at the paper that she was currently working on. 

Mia never knew how to read before. But the events of the last few weeks forced her to learn at least the basics of writing. And now, by using a mix of the official letters and marks that she created for her own use, she continued to keep track of every mission and every event that took place within her group.