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#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#CULTIVATION
#GENIUS
#INVINCIBLE

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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#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#CULTIVATION
#GENIUS
#INVINCIBLE

Why didn't you break your shackles earlier?

"So you've never broken past the hurdle of reaching the rank of a royal," I summarised Levi's story.

We were jogging through the open plains of the westernmost part of the first zone of the world. 

To an average mortal from the earth, our jog would be akin to a sprint that would put even world-level athletes to shame. Yet, for us, it was nothing more but a form of travel at a relative leisure speed. 

"That's right," Levi confirmed my paraphrase, proving I got his words correctly. "The bead that you saw me dissolve was something they forcibly imprinted on my palm after defeating me," he explained. 

"But what did that bead do?" I asked, unable to pull the image of the small item from my mind. 

Not because it was a tool used by the royals who we were likely to go against sometime in the future. But because I could draw a connection between it and the items Mia described when we talked about our experiences while apart from each other.