Man System Novels & Stories

"Now that you've seen how repulsive I really am… get out." He bent toward me and unlocked the pink handcuffs around my wrists. Frankly, I was too stunned to move. How the hell was I supposed to process the insane thing he had just said? A dreamboat like this was calling himself ugly? The man dialed a string of numbers and barked coldly, "Get your daughter away from me." The door opened, and a middle-aged couple entered with nervous, lowered heads. They were probably the parents of this body's original owner. Both trembled visibly, though disgust still flickered through their fear-stricken eyes.

But the deterioration is happening at a specific vector, and if someone were to introduce a temporary reinforcement structure at the primary integration point, it would buy significantly more than four days. I could do that. Without touching the lock. Technically. The System pings. --- The System sees where this is going. The System wants the record to show that the mission said LOOK. --- I crouch down. I circulate a small amount of Mana through my palm — not touching the panel, holding my hand approximately two centimeters away. Close enough that the formation can feel the Mana. Far enough that it's technically not contact. I push a careful reinforcement structure into the integration point

She shook her head in slow motion. This time, she said it loudly and clearly, "No," and then proceeded to reply with a more inane answer. It is, in a quiet voice, “Yes.” If emotions are responsible for stabilizing systems, someone had to provide evidence that they can be managed. A silence followed. Heavy. Unavoidable. "Amina's voice faded away.". A pause. Then—. “I was a mechanism.”. Once again, the system slowed down and experienced a momentary hesitation. “Correction: You're a stabilizing anomaly.”.

He shook his head slightly. “I know I said something, but” He hesitated. “It’s not there.” Silence. The bond pulsed. But didn’t react. Didn’t spike. Didn’t resist. Like it didn’t register anything wrong. Lyra’s voice dropped. “…that’s not possible.” The First Deviation woman stepped forward sharply. “It is now.” The man added quietly: “The system doesn’t delete memory.” He paused. “It replaces the need for it.” Silence. Kael exhaled slowly.

She was trying to buy the system some time for what it planned to do. "You are not the first system user I have met, woman. I could have breached this place easily. But your offerings were abundant and it would be impolite to not accept such gifts." The man replied to the system user as he referred to the millions of bodies in her employ during the defense in the subspace. They would all serve as the man's supplies for his daily diet. "What do you want? Do you want to kill me?! Hahaha! In this place, I am Queen!" Minerva roared to the man as she multiplied in mass.

Sound shattered back into place. The forest roared alive. The man stumbled half a step. Surprise flickered across his face. “That’s impossible,” he said quietly. Seren’s eyes were steady. “You’re trying to control a system built on choice.” He straightened slowly. “And you’re trying to humanize a machine,” he replied. “I’m reminding it what it exists for,” she said. The system pulsed. Purpose alignment in progress. The man laughed softly. “You think it belongs to you,” he said.

From the way he drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel, to the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, or the way he looked when he dished out orders to his soldiers. Goddess, my core kept throbbing and it was getting more intense as the day progressed. We were now at one of Manuel’s clubs. I had met his delta who was human but he worked from the human town, in charge of their Mafia business. “Are the weapons ready?” Manuel asked his delta, his brows furrowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and I couldn’t help but look at the way his lips moved when he spoke. Damn, he’s so sexy. I could give anything to have those lips on mine right now-

Feeling that the system was right, Sao Man did not object. Although her other three words clearly conveyed no emotion, the system somehow sensed that she was frustrated. [ … ] The host has a mine, the system department has no rights. Originally, Ra was going to argue with Deusa a little more, the words reached the tip of his tongue, turned around and was swallowed by it. Two people, one big and one small, simultaneously looked in the same direction. The place that was covered by darkness just now could not see anything, but now the thing inside has come forward by itself, illuminated by the night light extremely clearly.

The older man had a friendly smile, but the younger stood with a glare and what appeared to be a disappointed look. "You must be Gerald's daughter, Jadie. It's a pleasure to meet you." The older man stepped forward and offered his hand out for her to shake. "My name is Anthony. This is my son, Lincoln." He motioned behind him at the glowering man with his arms crossed over his chest.

“It obvious but not bad. Most die within the first ten minutes.” “Great pep talk,” I muttered. Her lips twitched. “You’ll need sarcasm where you’re going.” She reached behind her and grabbed something from a glowing locker a sleek, transparent phone that shimmered like glass. She handed it to me. “This is your link to the System,” she said. “Tracks your vitals, updates your missions, and connects you with your assigned squad. Don’t lose it. It can’t be replaced.” I turned it over in my hand. “It’s see-through.” i muttered in amazement.