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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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Designated by the auction hall

Mia's situation has changed drastically ever since the tournament. 

On the distribution day, she received the standard amount as per usual. It was proof that either Arthur continued to send her supplies or a situation created after Arganar scared the Sect off and made them provide for Mia anyway. 

'I wonder which one is this,' Mia thought as she walked away from the sponsored area. 

Even though she was now fully committed to the 'normies' cause by heart, the sect regulation still forced her to sleep and dine at the place she actually belonged. 

There wasn't any matter of choice in that regard, forcing the girl to waste roughly an hour or two a day just moving between places. 

But this time, Mia actually had a reason to swing by the sponsored area. 

And it was the training grounds that the area offered. 

'So that's how it's done,' Mia thought, pulling out a small piece of paper and a square piece of charcoal.