Grid Overgeared Novels & Stories

Jaxon handled the entire execution process, and I couldn't be bothered to interfere either. They were so worried that I would sabotage them that they spent all their energy guarding against me, only to end up shooting themselves in the foot. If they had let me supervise just once, I could have pointed out their mistakes in time. But since they were so full of themselves, they could learn it the hard way. Hailey's company didn't deserve such an excellent project, so I revamped the original project blueprints and used them for my new company. Since I oversaw every detail myself, the quality was top-tier, and Julia signed a contract with me worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

He checked the skill's effects first. [Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement: Doubles the mecha's combat power using overdrive. Duration: 100 seconds. Cooldown: 10 minutes.] "This is insane!" Victor couldn't help but exclaim in shock again. "So this is what a legendary skill looks like?" Victor's metallic hand that was holding the saber trembled slightly. "No wonder Terrence Wilson was so strong in my previous life. This skill doesn't seem that strong now, but when my combat power becomes higher in the future..."

"The grid reversal alone will take three months minimum, and that's with manual optimization that requires daily attention." "Can you do it?" Torren looked at the terminal interface again, at the extraction grid diagram, at the accumulated storage data representing thirty-four years of stolen essence. "Yes," he said. "I can do it." "Then I'm authorizing it. The grid is yours to manage. Tell me what you need to make it work." Torren pulled up a different section of the interface. A maintenance log showing the grid's physical condition. Several entries were flagged in red. "The infrastructure is old," he said. "Some of the collection nodes are degraded. Transfer channels have erosion damage. T

"A manual override. But our IT department is... well, they're Regalian. They use carrier pigeons and abacuses. We don't have the expertise to rewrite the code for a national grid in-house." "Then we find someone who can," I said. "Put out a bounty. Offer gold to any hacker who can stabilize the grid." "That’s desperate," Stark said. "I am desperate," I snapped. "Do it." I walked to the window. The sun was setting, casting long, bloody shadows over the city. It felt like the calm before the storm. The city was quiet, but it was the silence of a held breath. My phone buzzed. Stage Two is initiating, the text read.

Rose entered, carrying shopping bags from exclusive boutiques, her face flushed with the particular pleasure she took in spending his money. "You won't believe what I found at Bergdorf's," she began, then stopped when she saw his expression. "What is it?" Herod gestured at the screens. "The Grid. It's still functioning perfectly." Rose set down her bags, moving to stand behind him. "Maybe it's just delayed. The failure might still happen." "No." He pulled up the schematics Walsh had worked from. "These modifications should have created visible problems within seventy-two hours. It's been ninety-six. Nothing has happened."

" My fists clenched tight. So that was it. Both Patrick and Emily had come from poor villages. One was my so-called best friend, the other my girlfriend. I had never once quibbled about money with them. Yet the whole time, they had just been leeching off me. Now that fate had given me a second chance, I swore I would make them repay me a thousandfold for everything they sucked out of me last time. Patrick sneered. "Oliver, the only reason I tolerated you before was because your family's situation was slightly better than mine. "But now that I've got 50 million dollars, I have achieved financial freedom. How could you ever compare? You're destined to be a lowly workhorse your whole life, whil

“I set up a memorial for our child in secret. Will you go and bring it to me?” Looking heartbroken, Leon could never say no to me. At last, no one was there keeping an eye on me. I picked up the teapot from the table and crushed the porcelain under the blanket, careful not to make a sound. I glided the broken shard across my aorta. The System’s notification rang in my mind. “Congratulations on exiting the world, Player. You have three months of life remaining in your original world.” Before I could open my eyes, the System’s voice cut through.

Her sobbing has become more painful now; Miss Clary and Alexandra are both wiping their own tears, and Liam can't believe what he is hearin "I tried to explain. I didn't use any suppressants! I am a late bloomer! Why can't you accept my fate? Why do you dislike omegas? Then they say, Because omegas are weak and pathetic are only good at spreading their legs, they don't want a whore in their house. I can't believe my mother's words; they are calling me with name

I said, suddenly. Flanagan paused now. I could see his head cock down as he heard me and his ears raise slightly, interested. He turned back around with a mischievous smile now etched on his face. “They expect us to come stampeding like animals and fall right into them. Portions of the ground are false floors and spiked nets. More than fifty men line up in the trees that make up the border, with arrows prepped and ready to fire the moment any of us left still surviving to draw near…” I added. “Coarse spines of thorns have been spread out over the fences, making it hell to scale and impossible to surpass without fatal wounds…”

"So, to 'win me back', you set up an earn-out trap for me and tried to strip my company of its logistics control?" Teresa's voice was laced with undisguised mockery. She continued, "Mr. Unger, you want to bleed me dry to cover your debts, and on top of that, you want me to treat it as some grand act of loyalty and devotion. Did living abroad rot your brain?" "Teresa, don't make it sound so ugly. Leveraging other people's strengths is normal in business. As long as the outcome is a win-win—"