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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

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[Bonus chapter]Letters

'That was surprisingly quick,' I thought, sitting down on the bed within the room that the auction hall prepared for me. 

The initial discontent with my appearance vanished in a single moment when I flashed my storage ring. And when I revealed its content and my wish to sell it all off, every officer turned willing to be a bitch of mine if so I desired. 

'Still, it's nice to sit on something soft after so long,' I thought, enjoying myself as I laid back on the pillows. 

But I wasn't given any chance to enjoy this rest. Before I could as much as lower my eyelids to let my eyes rest a little, a knocking on the door forced me back to the world of the living. 

"Come on in," I shouted over, unwilling to get out of the bed. 

"I'm sorry to bother," the same female officer that took care of me before now intruded on my room. 

Behind her, the man followed. 

'This is the guy,' I thought, instantly recognizing the man's face.