Peerless Genius System Novels & Stories

"Is she really that amazing? Is she better than the Short family?" Joel drank from his tea. "The Short family you mentioned looks down on ordinary folks. Dr. Genius is different. She treats everyone equally and asks for reasonable payment no matter the illness." Cyrus wasn't impressed. "That's all?" Joel shook his head. "Cyrus, you're like me from three months ago. How naïve!" Joel had found Dr. Genius intimidating at first sight due to her strikingly beautiful appearance. He had thought of her as merely a student who hadn't graduated from vocational school.

She looked at the figure even though it wasn't very clear, she could see a black pair of gorgeous eyes, a straight pointed nose, full luscious kissable lips and he clearly is a handsome dude. "I don't mind at all" she responds coming out of the survey class with his body. "You are a beauty, my dear; Forgive my manners, dear, my name is Kola. I'm an IT consultant." He yelled because of the loud music blasting from the speakers. "Nice meeting you, Kola, I'm__ " "Chimamanda Jean Odenigbo second daughter of the business magnate Uche Odenigbo." He completed it as if he was reciting A,B,C.

I couldn't quite understand where those smart words were emanating from. “I did what?” I asked. “You introduced uncertainty.” His voice lowered. “The system relies on predictable emotional responses. You destroyed that predictability.” My eyes widened. Who was this genius and what did he do to my fish-brained partner? I shook away the daze, trying to put two and two together. As a fantasy-writer, I had a creative imagination. I could certainly figure this out. “So what you mean is, because I implied I know how to win…” I asked cautiously, and he concluded. “You forced it to consider an outcome outside its control.”

And because our souls were structurally tethered, his crash would drag my system down into the abyss with him. I looked at the open vault door of the Genesis Forge. Inside, a subterranean lake of liquid golden magma churned, radiating an intense, blinding heat. At the center of the lake floated the Genesis Core—a massive, levitating obsidian anvil pulsing with the raw, uncompiled source code of the world’s first magic. The logic was binary, brutal, and absolute. I couldn't run back up to the surface to save him. At 12% output capacity, I would be neutralized before I reached the courtyard. The only path to his survival—the only way to rewrite the outcome of this simulation—was to complete my

"How long until I go back, System?" "Seven days. You have one week to bid farewell to this world." I lowered my gaze, understanding. Even if I didn't like my original world, I had no other choice. It took true betrayal from John for me to realize that there was no one more reliable in this world than myself. Rather than placing everything in someone else’s hands, it was better to take control myself. Meanwhile, a trending topic suddenly appeared on social media. It was footage of John and Ivy travelling together in Franconia. In the video, the two of them were inseparable, like newlyweds, their faces full of happiness.

"Once complete, I'll control every financial lever Carlos built into the global banking system." "And I'll control Rodriguez Global," Geneva added. "As I should have from the beginning." Alex moved imperceptibly closer to Sonia. "The board has already voted, Mother. Your access has been revoked." Geneva's smile was cold. "Boards can be persuaded when faced with complete financial collapse. Something Claire will orchestrate unless my rightful position is restored." "Carlos anticipated this," Sonia stated calmly. "Why do you think Genesis exists?" Claire's expression flickered with the first hint of uncertainty. "Genesis is a myth. Carlos's failsafe against catastrophic system failure."

The people here could have extraordinary powers when they wielded them. But there is one condition that required for someone to make use of them. That is Talent, the old Eduard was sent here by his family due to his incapability in wielding either of the two. Everyone should be capable to wield them as long as they practiced, but he was one of the special cases that can not have the chance to use them. "System what are your abilities?". He asked. He is expecting to heard a response from the system. Eduard waited for the system response but only the display on the screen change. Displaying some rowdy words.

My childhood friend and I had built a company together for seven years, and my proprietary algorithm was what kept the entire business running. However, his new girlfriend started targeting me the moment she joined the company. "Why does some nobody in data deserve 80,000 dollars? All you do is plug things into templates and run a few programs. Your salary is cut to 2,000 dollars from now on. You'll only handle basic data processing. I'll take over the core model." My childhood friend said nothing, silently allowing his girlfriend to rip me a new one. When I noticed that, I didn't argue. I simply agreed to the pay cut. A week later, the company's regular clients saw their conversion rat

My breath slowed. “You built another one.” “No,” he said quietly. “I rebuilt it.” The words settled heavily. “For what purpose,” I asked. He looked at me, not defensive, not secretive, just certain. “For us.” The screen shifted again. A name appeared in elegant typography. The Gloss System. I blinked. “You named it after me.” “Yes.” “That is deeply sentimental.” “I am aware.” I walked closer, studying the interface more carefully. “This looks like an AI core,” I said slowly. “Predictive analysis, behavioral modeling, adaptive response patterns.”

This insecurity made Ves question if the System was using him rather than the other way around. Certainly the System didn't work for free. Some powerful entity had gone through the trouble of designing a reality-bending software working on principles at least a thousand years beyond humanity's grasp, and somehow it ended up in an average person's hands. And it was a question whether the System will stay in that person's grasp for long. For all Ves knew, the System only treated him as a train. Once it reached its destination, it would leave without a word. So Ves felt the need to milk the System while he still could. So despite all his doubts and questions, he still skimmed over the Skill Tre