Peerless Genius System Novels & Stories

* *"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.

"That blank stare. Talk to me. Who were those guys?" "The people you’ve spent your whole life sucking up to," Pim snapped, her eyes scanning the new, jagged lines of data scrolling across her retinas. "It’s not just money, Chalida. It’s... something else. My System... it’s not a bank account. It’s a hunting dog. And it just found its prey." "What are you talking about? What System?"

" 'Why is this System so abnormal? Hey, aren't you going to give me some money as a reward for starting? Don't I get a Beginner's Package? Aren't you going to give me some guidance? Also, where are my golden fingers?' [Golden fingers are only for protagonists or someone on their side, while you are obviously a small cannon fodder who doesn't last 40 chapters in the novel.] [Although you can exchange money for star points. A star point can be exchanged for 100. While according to my data statistics, your star points are the same as your IQ. Zero.] Single Kill XXX "Fuck, You Shit system. Did you just insult the smart and cute me for being stupid? You are stupid, you're whole family's stupid. A

I exclaimed, still trying to wrap my head around the idea. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The concept of being chosen by a cosmic entity for some grand purpose was overwhelming. Curiosity fueled my next question: "System, how were you made? What's your origin?" The System hesitated before responding, creating a moment of suspense. "The System was made by the Creator Of Everything, The One Who Ascended, The One Who is Above All, The One Who Created the Multiverse."

My parents were both highly educated professionals. The one thing they could never tolerate in this life was having a mentally disabled daughter who could not even speak. They considered me a genetic failure and devoted all their love and effort to their adopted genius daughter, Jacey Lee. In this family, Jacey was treated like a ray of sunshine, while I was seen as a filthy rat in the gutter. Their eyes were always filled with contempt whenever they looked at me. “Just seeing your vacant, idiotic face makes me sick. Stay away from us. Don’t infect your sister with your low intelligence.” When I was eight, Grandma took me to Willow Creek to visit our family graves. My foot slipped, and I fe

To land a ninety-million-dollar contract, I drank so much entertaining the client that I ended up in the hospital with a bleeding stomach. But at the company awards ceremony, the person who stood up to accept the recognition was my own trainee, Bella Young. I lost it on the spot. “Bella, why are you taking credit for my deal?” But Bella calmly pulled out the contract. The name on the signature page was hers. “Gina, I know you trained me, but that doesn’t mean you can just steal my work in front of everyone.” She gave me a mocking smile. “Isn’t that a little shameless? “Besides, closing deals takes skill. You’re getting old. Maybe you just can’t keep up anymore.” Just like that, she

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.

"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.