Peerless Genius System Mga Nobela at Kwento

* *"Killian has completely lost it. Anyone who goes in now is just feeding the meat grinder." I didn't cry. My tears had run dry long ago. I took the phones of all my dead relatives and pooled their remaining points into my account. A total of 90 points. I looked at the items in the System Store: [Peerless Beauty]? Useless. [Infinite Wealth]? Useless. [Invincible Strength]? Also useless. As long as you are an "Outsider," as long as you are there to "conquer" him, you are his enemy.

Once the Innate Talent Menu opened, Golden saw in the first line the words [Last Wish System] without any description more than [Special Innate Talent]. Of course, the Last Wish System counted as Golden's Innate Talent, he already predicted it. Golden felt that was the only explanation for the system's existence, the system was a special type of Innate Talent.

She drew in a breath that tasted of smoke and steel, looked directly into the camera, and spoke. “My name is Scarlett Hart.” A deliberate pause. “They told you I’m a terrorist.” Her voice held firm, no tremor left. “They lied.” Behind her, red lights screamed and alarms howled. The purge timer kept falling. But her words cut through it all, clear and unflinching. “They built a system called Genesis. A system designed to control minds.” Victor fed more data into the stream files, logs, proof,flooding the broadcast with raw evidence. Scarlett continued, eyes blazing.

You will discover that intelligence can open doors that strength never can. Do not mistake that gift for permission to carry every burden alone. Without thinking... Alex looked around. Bethwel. Gabriel. David Pilka. Kamau. Patricia. Alison. Obadiah. For the first time... He realised how often they had been protecting him while he focused only on solving the next puzzle. The final paragraph was shorter. When you finally learn what Genesis truly is, remember this: Never ask who controls Genesis. Ask who profits from believing that someone does.

"My office offers its deepest regrets. My processing grid momentarily bypassed his history. Master Ada, your system needs to permanently delete his file from your active memory modules as well! Obliterate those agonizing childhood logs. Your spirit shares zero structural commonalities with his rogue rot. My line holds absolute certainty that even if the ancestral gods curse your alignment and force a future pup to manifest the identical neurological rot as Isabella, your claws would never launch a violent assault against your children. You will continue to pour absolute devotion onto their pelts exactly as your system is demonstrating at this pulse." "My own processor lacks the capacity to c

- A billionaire trying to buy his way onto the right side of history. - A disgraced agent carrying the weight of a decision that had fed all of them. - And now, a genius sociopath in a jumpsuit, offering to help because he didn’t like amateurs playing with his toys. Every part of me that had ever designed a system said: this is solvable. Every part of me that had ever been strapped to a chair said: this is how you die. And somewhere, between those two instincts, a thinner, quieter voice said: Not if you write the terms first.

He even put his career at stake as he craved immense power and position-the things which would help him keep an eye on Evelyn and stay close to her. Dylan knew that without his Genie, his company would collapse in a day and even if he hired people to stalk Evelyn, he wouldn’t succeed for long. Evelyn was smarter than him, she would catch him soon and then his dirty games would be exposed. And whatever hope he had for winning her back would be destroyed too. Mr. Black had left his side, his friends had abandoned him and he wasn’t that strong so he decided to look for another way. A journey that will be full of dangers, streets dipping with blood with rivals who will hunt you down at every ste

her father cut in. “Genesis isn’t being run by a person.” The gray-suited man shook his head violently. “That’s not possible.” “You built a self-learning core,” the twin said slowly. “You fed it behavioral data. Trauma responses. Loyalty matrices. Survival algorithms.” Mason’s breath hitched. Ariana felt it too. Cold understanding spreading. “You didn’t create a weapons program,” she whispered. “You created an intelligence.” The newcomer gave a hollow laugh. “And then you gave it a mandate.”

Kate already did professional modeling, and she also owned her own children’s modeling and acting company, she had many adults who were running it now, because of her age, but she was the CEO and she had the finial say on everything. Like their father and mother all the children’s IQ were higher than your average genius. Most of the adults that she had hired to teach them could only teach them from the beginning of any subject which was all it took for them to understand and already know what to do. Vangeline ended up hiring other genius teachers to help their children.

Jaylene, less adept at hiding her emotions, questioned incredulously, "How is this possible? We've been trying for years and couldn't do it. How did she manage?" Stella, feeling a sense of pride, raised her eyebrows at Jaylene, "Why wouldn't it be possible? Haven't you heard the saying? Genius is 99% effort and 1% talent, but that 1% talent is the most crucial, even more so than the 99% effort; that's the power of innate talent."