Peerless Genius System Novels & Stories

Everyone at Crestling High notices that Harvey Nord, the hopeless romantic, has been acting strangely lately. He used to be all brawn and no brains, spending every day chasing after Taylor Burke. But suddenly, he stops showing up wherever she goes and begins taking his studies seriously. At his sudden change in behavior, everyone laughs at him. "What's the point of studying now? The college entrance exam is just around the corner. It's way too late!" After all, as far as everyone at Crestling High is concerned, Harvey is nothing but an idiot. What nobody knows, however, is that he's been pretending to be one all along. Throughout all these years of high school, he's deliberately kept hi

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

He blinked. “…What the hell?” He picked up the phone. The screen had gone black. Then words began scrolling across it, glowing in neon blue. Installing System Core… 10%… 25%… Scanning Host Attributes… – Intelligence: 89/100 – Resilience: 92/100 – Potential: 98/100 – Current Assets: $1.47 Status: PATHETIC. Urgency Level: CRITICAL. Commencing Startup Protocols… His heart pounded.

"Is there no alternative method to bypass resistance?" No. I stopped pacing and crossed my arms, tilting my head back as I pondered the situation. It was clear that the system wasn't a magic wand capable of mind-controlling anyone at will. It couldn't simply rewrite the decisions of intelligent individuals whose mental defenses were high. It was effective only when a target's natural resistance was low or compromised. If I wanted to scam powerful figures out of tens of millions of dollars, I couldn't rely solely on system shortcuts. Ruthless business tycoons like Lucien Laurent were hyper-intelligent and naturally paranoid, which explained his high resistance score.

Penelope Grace sat flat at the central console, her camel wool coat draped over the back of her leather chair, her raw, ink-stained fingers flying across the keys with a frantic, desperate velocity. Beside her, Jillian Michaels stood like a carved monument of absolute authority, her charcoal blazer buttoned tight, her dark eyes tracking the complex binary architecture spreading across the main display monitors. "The firmware is deeply embedded into the baseline operational matrix of Apex, Penelope," Jillian said, her voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that carried no cadence. Her long, bare fingers rested flat on the edge of the console, her warmth radiating against Penelope’s shou

I was a genius with an IQ of 180. Even so, I had always kept a low profile. Standing out just made me a target, so I never did. I was good at math, physics, chemistry, biology, astronomy, programming, quantum entanglement, and computer science. I spoke twenty-seven languages. I had mastered everything. When it came time for the SATs, I controlled my score precisely. I finished exactly ten points above the cutoff for an elite university. By “sheer luck,” I snagged the last spot. My classmates were all top students from every corner of the country. All of them looked down on me. They called me the “waitlist wonder,” the “lucky leftover,” and the “bare minimum.” I just smiled and never

The school secretly introduces a new "bonus score for couples" rule for the SAT, but my boyfriend, who's the top student in our grade, and I overhear it. When I hear that couples can each get 100 bonus points, I joke, "Why don't we sign up and give it a shot?" However, he immediately refuses, all serious and righteous. "No, that wouldn't be fair to everyone else." After saying that, he hurries off without looking back. Feeling ashamed, I decide to apologize to him another day. But the next morning, he publicly announces our breakup in front of the entire class. Then he proudly declares that he is now dating my best friend, the girl at the bottom of the class. He says, "You're always s

People were more complicated, but even people could usually be understood if you watched them long enough. Amelia Hart was different. He opened the file Marcus had prepared earlier. AMELIA HART. Thirty-two. Founder and CEO of Hart Global Holdings. Returned to the city two weeks ago. No significant criminal history. No public scandals. No husband. Three children. Triplets. Six years old. Damian stared at the last line. Six years old. He leaned back in his chair. Six years. The timing was too precise. He closed the file. Then opened it again.