Hitman System Novels & Stories

"A hitman is someone employed to kill other people for credits. You're not cut out to do this." I don't recall how I did it but my persistence and stubbornness had Nash compromising to teach me the skills of a hitman with the promise that I would never take on a job to kill. In return, I was to pay my lesson fees in Pantiumite. "You're one stubborn little brat you know that?" I could only muster a silly smile. Nash shook his head at my goofy reaction. "So? What did you find out about me from the system so you nicely hacked?"

Thankfully, I turned on the coffee maker before I entered the shower earlier. The monitor dings again, reminding me that Hunter has made it up the stairs. Unlike some of the other assassins, I know that my security system is a little less intrusive. Most of it is coded for the people I know, making it easier for them to get through the system without issue. As for strangers…Well, they go through a more thorough system.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

It was a level of ruthless gameplay that terrified Noah to his core. "We bought ourselves seventy-two hours of invisibility," Jessica stated, checking the magazine of a backup weapon. "The system thinks Ethan’s right hand is dead, and that Ethan is spiraling into paranoid isolation. It will reallocate its predictive processing power to external threats. And while it looks outward..." "We gut it from the inside," Devon finished, a dark, bruised smile curving his lips. "Get up, Noah. The world is drowning in data. We’re going to be the ones who drop the match."

Completely put her entire system to work, work hard so she can finish this mission up earlier than what most people or things living on Earth or in Mysterious force had expected. 'Dip! Male Lead Hostility decrease to 100%. Strive to blank (0%) the Male Lead Hostile Host 019. Good luck Host' The Hostility turned into normal numbers where beginners had to have once again, completely made the system speechless and dumbfounded. The system again "..." system was silent for a while and soon gave out a sigh like an old man disappointed but suppressed to be straight at the point. ''Um, this thing that you called is suddenly formatting Host 019" system 019 coldly replied.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

After Elodie returned to the real world, it took a while for her to accept that she'd returned to reality. The events with John felt like a dream, yet no matter what, she could not forget them. "Host, your mission reward has been deposited in your account, so you can live the rest of your life without any problems. Go and live your life the way you want." The system's voice appeared out of nowhere, and Elodie nodded. "Also, there's someone who wants to see you, so I've arranged for you to meet."

[RAVEN'S POV] For a second, I had forgotten how to breathe. I stood there between Zade’s solid arms and his heaving chest, slightly revealed beneath his shirt. It was as though the entire room had blurred out. Then suddenly, my wristwatch started beeping. [SYSTEM] PLAYER DETECTED: RAVEN HART SPIKE LEVEL: 110% WARNING: EMOTIONS OVERHEATING I flew out of Zade’s arms immediately, pressing the watch in embarrassment and whatever more embarrassment, name it. My cheeks turned red.

“That’s how I like it. Quiet…” Janet’s voice was sharp. “The main thing is we need to be sure this never leads back to us.” The hitman smiled. “You’re talking to the right guy. I leave no trails and I make no mistakes.” Mandy’s fingers tapped the table. “I heard your payment has to be untraceable?” The hitman smirked. “You heard right. Cash only. No digital footprints. You get the money, I get the job done.” Jessica scoffed. “Money is not an issue.”

“We induce a minor residual spike ourselves—enough to trigger a response—then let the inversion do its work. I will be linked to every monitor. If your vitals move outside safe parameters, we abort.” I stepped onto the platform. The metal was cold through my thin soles. “And if it works?” “Then the system learns that reaching for you has a cost it has never paid before.” He stepped up after me, close enough that I felt the heat of his body. “And we buy ourselves time to finish dismantling whatever is left of its hold.”