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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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I want to talk, but...

I wanted to talk with Mia. Have a proper discussion during which I would reveal the details about my past that I omitted during our earlier conversations. Bring her fully up to speed in regards to my past life.

Then, I would love to hear her opinion on the problems and questions that I struggled to answer myself. 

All of that was a simple desire of mine, coupled with my need to spend some time alone with her, borne out of the heated atmosphere of the recent fight and its violent outcome. 

I wanted to make all of that happen right away… but I couldn't.

"They really can't do much unsupervised," I muttered when I turned around, a mere moment after giving the otherworldly cultivators their orders. 

They were supposed to count and then gather the deceased, get rid of all the fires, and map out all the devastation that came due to the attack.