My System Book Novels & Stories

I stretched out my hand and then started to take out my small notebook that I didn't show to others. Why would I show the content then for stocks? It is written there, which will go up and which will go down. How can I be sure? Information. I am good at gathering information. I used to gather it myself, but really, I have my men doing their work. Because that is who I am.

She had gone back to her perch on the bed with her own mug, watching me with something in her expression that wasn't quite amusement and wasn't quite something else — just her, enjoying this, enjoying me being slightly recalibrated by the simple fact of her territory instead of mine. "You have a system," I said, looking at the bookshelf. The books were organized by something — not alphabetically, not by subject as far as I could tell. "Obviously." "I can't figure out what it is." The corner of her mouth lifted. "Good." I looked at it for another moment. The books had small tabs in different colors marking pages. Some were spine-out, some face-out. The system was internally consistent — I cou

It is gonna be hard to coaxed its host not to run away from the game. And System 143 will be deleted and be replaced if ever that thought of his will happen. Ah as it thoughts. What a pain in the neck. Even though he didn't have a neck. He only logged off for a minute to see the situation in all of the system current home. When he already arrive, 'Red ALERT Red ALERT!!! A Bug had been detected. This senior system repeats. A Bug had been detected!' This is what greeted him. While Xia Yu system was offline. Xia Yu hummed happily while walking towards her room.

“Host, they owe you a debt. It is time they paid it back.” Then its body slowly turned transparent. “Memory extraction complete. “Memory Broadcast Protocol activated.” Before I could tighten my fingers around its tiny paw, the last of its energy burned out. It dissolved into a wisp of pale smoke and vanished without a trace. With everything it had left, the System began broadcasting my memories. The screen in the morgue went black. When it lit up again, it was playing a memory from the year I turned ten. Back then, I had been hiding behind a door.

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

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