Cheating System Novels & Stories

“You see that? Even the system agrees. I win.” I gawked at him. “Win what?” He leaned closer, that predatory, confident energy wrapping around me like a second skin. “Your affection, obviously. For obvious reasons.” I groaned again, dramatically, flopping my head onto my desk. “The system’s rigged. You cheated. And don’t say you didn’t, because it’s obvious you did.” He laughed softly, and it was impossible not to notice how nice it sounded when it was just for me. “Cheated? Gloss, it’s called charm. It’s a skill.”

Not only them, other drivers also feel the same way, not as gacor as before. "John, are there drivers still using mods, fake GPS, nuyul and the like?" “Service providers now have a more sophisticated system. It's not like before, people cheat so they can gacor. The problem is if you use dirty methods, it will be immediately detected, then the account will be immediately suspended." "If I make your account gacor, it can be up to thirty orders a day without being suspended, do you want it?" "Without suspension? Definitely will. I owe a lot now, Stefan, and I have to pay for it all.”

Standing beside me, Maddie refreshed the results page several times, then looked at me in disbelief. She hesitated, trying to speak. “Levi, why did you…” However, before she could finish, Blaine, who had been hit by one shock after another and couldn’t accept reality, suddenly screamed and interrupted her. “Impossible! Levi, someone like you, a poor loser with an alcoholic mother and a father who works odd jobs, how could you be the top scorer? “You clearly didn’t study at all during this time! Your mock exam scores never even passed 1000. How could you possibly score over 1500 on the SATs? You must have cheated!”

The company was earning money from all the bottom tiers until the people above him decided to run away with all of their earnings, then he got left with nothing. Nicholas was intelligent, good with numbers, just like his brother, but his insecurity had gotten the better of him. So, to get his money back, he decided to gamble, count cards, and cheat the system. But as everybody knows, the casino never loses, reeling you in to give you the feeling that you have a chance to win, and once they get their hooks on you, they never let go.

I answer him exactly that and soon another message from him arrives. “This better be crap. I had breakfast with an accountant friend of mine who told me about a new system from Lince Mundi that connects the entire company and is fraud-proof. One comma out of place and the system informs and blocks the transactions. The owner of Lince is a friend of Alessandro, I hope he didn't buy this system. This Lince system costs a fortune.”

If one day the System's sophisticated AI turned crazy, entire star systems might get embroiled into war. The System in fact always addressed him as a user, not an owner. It acted as if Ves was just one client who conveniently picked it on the ground. If Ves' father hadn't given him the data chip, the System might have found a way to get its chip transported to some other person with the traits it preferred. This insecurity made Ves question if the System was using him rather than the other way around.

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo

Cali Everyone wanted to win. I understood this much. We were all out here representing our districts but one thing I can't stand is a cheat. Finn had cheated just to defeat Pliar. He even went as low as using some sort of poison just to make the match a tie. That meant this time, I was going against Jameson for a tie breaker match. “I'm going to kill you“ I warned Jameson on the ring. “Dont say you weren't warned“

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

They looked at me and said, "Everyone online is suspecting you of falsifying your previous grades, Shawn Larson. "How did you win the National Math championship in the past? And what about the entrance scores for your admission into the accelerated dual enrollment program? Have you been cheating and falsifying your records all along?" I nodded and chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's right. I falsified everything. I hired someone to take the exams and tests for me, bribed the invigilators, and hacked into the system to copy the questions beforehand. "Do all these count as fraud? It's illegal, isn't it? Does that make my crime more heinous?"