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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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What is dual cultivation

"That's quite... unusual topic," the Madam said as she looked at me. Her lowered eyelids made her long stare appear thoughtful. 

"You might be correct," I nodded my head, "but I fail to notice how is that relevant," I added, angling my head to the side. 

A small, ironic smile crept up on my lips. 

For a moment, the woman continued to stare at me along her long eyelashes. She then took a deep breath and released it in the form of a sigh as she stretched herself back on her chair. 

"The truth is, we don't really know much," Madam pursed her lips as she spoke. "We know what it does, but why?" she asked, shaking her head. "Just a bunch of guesses."

"I'm listening," I replied without hesitation. 

In my eyes, the opening to the lecture was nothing more than a bunch of excuses. 

She was a goddamn manager of a brothel situated right by the border of a huge sect. If she didn't know how dual cultivation worked, who else would?