Scumbag System Novels & Stories

She asked when she finally found her voice “ Melissa looked at him and could see that the question threw him off guards but still he managed to stay calm than overreacting . “ you know what , I do not give a fuck about what you say or think , but just do you don’t know you must do this and there’s nothing that can be done about it , you have to do it and that’s my final decision , I do not care what you say or think “ Melissa flung her hands off his , she was sick and tired of hearing this abomination from his mouth , never had she felt this disgusted like she was feeling right now . Every piece of her heart hurt from thinking about what she was subjected to . She didn’t know the thought tha

Everyone began deserting her after this incident, and her colleagues also wouldn't stop humiliating her from time to time. She was under such immense pressure from the public that she had no choice but to resign and hide in a corner like a coward. Johann thought about paying thousands of bots online to try to quell the public outcry, but after receiving numerous death threats and bloody razors in the mail, he knew that it was hopeless trying to salvage the matter anymore. His company was hit by the scandal, and numerous business partnerships were terminated, sending revenue plummeting overnight. His employees also resigned one after another en masse, and Johann found himself busy paying thro

Percival clawed his way to his current position, getting his hands dirty with all sorts of shady business along the way. He's not a good person - he'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He's petty and holds grudges like nobody's business. When he's out to get someone, he won't let up until they're totally destroyed. He's like a honey badger - even with blood pouring down his face, he'll keep fighting till his opponent's down for the count. He's full of aggression and isn't afraid of anyone.

"How are you any different from Kendrick? You're working together, aren't you?" The System immediately flared up. "Layla! Watch your tongue! I'm trying my absolute best to send you home! I'm just a system program designed to assist you with your mission! I have no allegiance to any character in this novel!" "I'd have to be an idiot to believe a single word out of your mouth," I spat. This was the first and final time I would ever engage in such an explosive confrontation with it. From that moment on, even the thin illusion of cooperation between us was completely shattered.

The woman blinked, first glaring at them, then offering the child a look of pure pity that Alana couldn't ignore. "You poor dear," she cooed. "Raised a bastard because of selfish parents." Stefan stiffened and pulled the stroller well back from the old woman. "I see that being inexcusably crass has nothing to do with age," he snapped. Alana looked between him and her child, fighting the welling of tears.

Ethan asked, currently he feels like his head is on fire and trying to calm himself. “38 million dollars” Someone answered. “Freeze everything, all transactions freeze it all,till we get to the root of this” He ordered. “Yes sir” Was the response as they set to work, commands being relayed. “That's a damn coward move” Marcus said “ there's a bug in the system” Beth said, wiping invincible sweats from her eyebrow. “What does that mean,we don't know what is real or not” She answered. “All hands on deck,we have to fix this,and Axel do something about the public image”

tossed about as if it were a badge of dishonor. I stood paralyzed, feeling an overwhelming mix of shame and self-loathing. I could see faces in the crowd, strangers whose eyes now held a mixture of pity for Georgia and scorn as they glanced in my direction. In the midst of this onslaught, a few individuals who noticed my presence, emboldened by the scandal, began to throw objects in my path. Plastic bottles, stray paper bags, small, insignificant missiles became instruments of public shaming as they pelted me with their cold, stinging impacts.

Weakness: High-Frequency Noise (Disrupts Sense of Smell) & More Tempting Odor Source. "Damn! A Butcher-Zombie!" Lia shrieked, ready to strike. Behind the first Butcher-Zombie, dozens more with muscular bodies and various sharp weapons began to emerge from the gaps in the shops. They all radiated a terrifying aura of meat-lust. "There are so many of them!" Bima whispered, panicked. "System, you said their weakness was 'high-frequency noise' and 'a more tempting smell'!" Bima asked internally. [System Suggestion: Use 'Master AI' to produce a high frequency. Use your 'Indomie Super Nutripower' as a 'More Tempting Odor' (Risk: Sacrifice the Indomie).]

Uncle Simon said. "Oh? What do you all propose?" Carl moved his wine glass without drinking, instead attentively serving Annie. Uncle Sam said dismissively, "We'll pressure the families to sign documents admitting their relatives violated procedures. Once we're cleared, throw them some money and it's done." "How much?" "With those documents, we'll only need to pay humanitarian compensation. They couldn't win a lawsuit if they tried. Just manual laborers from the countryside - what do they know about law?" Uncle Sam laughed carelessly.

Ed said and give me the papers. It’s usually like this. Ed will give me the information of all the people who will attend. And this time, It’s the annual party of the elites. The organizer is the businessman who ranked first two years ago. Jason was the one who ranked first two years ago but then he was outranked Jason when he went under depression. “Okay, I will review them while we’re on the way,” I said. Ed shook his head. “You will hurt your eyes if you keep on doing that.”