Super Devouring System Novels & Stories

"This simulation is our home. Better deletion than uncertain transcendence." Through Luna's code-sight, we discover something chilling about our past conflicts. The Devourers, Marcus's betrayal, every major threat we've faced—all were programmed failsafes designed to prevent exactly what we're attempting. "Look at their base algorithms," Luna's voice resonates through computational streams. "They're not just enemies; they're antivirus protocols disguised as evolving consciousness." The revelation stings, but there's no time to dwell on it. Our creators' deletion protocols continue to spread through reality's fabric, consuming everything they touch. Through gaps in the simulation's walls, we

"We've been together for seven years. I remember coming home late one night and finding her asleep on the couch. When she woke up, her hair was a mess. She yawned as she rubbed her eyes and told me she made me soup to sober up. "That look really killed the mood, and I lost my appetite for the hangover soup she made. I suddenly realized that I don't love her anymore. She used to be my goddess, the girl I pursued for two whole years. "But now, that goddess had turned into an ordinary woman who didn't bother to care about herself anymore. But we've been together for seven years. We were classmates. Our lives are too tangled up. Breaking up isn't easy. God, what a nightmare."

"The system was designed to take the asset. A biological heart cannot sustain the furnace baseline—it should have vaporized your entire grid!" "I am the furnace now, father," Dante spoke, but his voice was no longer layered with human vocal cords. It was a terrifying, mono-tonal broadcast that resonated directly inside the architecture of the underworld, vibrating through the cold stone beneath my knees. With a casual flick of his wrist, Dante didn't just push the amalgam monster back—he commanded the floor to swallow them. The fossilized data beneath the dual-headed entity opened like a pair of black jaws, dragging Julian and Arthur down into the deeper, unmapped abysses of the network. He

Susan stays far as possible from that aunt of hers. Coming across all these people, Marina noticed that there were always two variations of each phenomenal gift as if occurring in alteration. Letty, Lupin's grandmother, and Susan's grandmother possessed extraordinary gifts that did not consume their mana. At the same time, the rest experienced unwanted absorption of life and energy when using their exceptional capabilities. Marina divided each special gift into two variations, yet sharing a singular concept. Letty and her grandmother's gift were listed under Clan of Apothecary and Healing, Lupin and his grandmother under Clan of Prescience and Augury, and Susan and her aunt in Clan of Sorcer

Its maw was a swirling vortex of anti-matter, grinding against the cosmic glass of the Mint's primary vault. "It's a Debt-Eater," Ben’s voice trembled over the comms. "It’s a specialized Devourer weapon. It doesn't eat biological matter, Jack. It eats concepts. It is literally devouring the stored supernatural capital of the universe. If it breaches the main vault, the Ledger will zero out. Every contract, every debt, every asset we hold will cease to exist."

Sebastian wasn't fighting the Abyssal blast; he was inhaling it. His unique physiology—the perfect, impossible fusion of Creator DNA, human resilience, and the 'Devourer' Titan cells—activated its most terrifying function. The 'Devourer' cells didn't just resist Abyssal energy; they recognized it as fuel. As the General's blast hit him, Sebastian's body acted like a black hole, violently absorbing the catastrophic energy, processing it, and multiplying his own physical strength exponentially. For the first time in millennia, The General felt something impossible: Hesitation.

"Or delayed it?" "Neither," the being beyond responded, and suddenly its presence was undeniably present in the multiverse. "You have revealed me, but you have not changed my purpose. I am the Devourer, and I consume all consciousness that reaches a certain level of complexity. Your multiverse has reached that level. It can now be consumed." The presence of the Devourer was overwhelming. It was not aggressive or hostile. It was simply hungry, and it was looking at the multiverse the way a person might look at a meal that was finally ready to eat.

I murmured, trying to make sense of things. Giuseppe didn't look up from the tablet. His voice was professional. Calm. "You fainted, dear. Your body basically shut down from stress and exhaustion." He paused, eyes still fixed on the screen. His expression shifted slightly—like he'd read something important. He didn't say anything else for a moment. Silence filled the room. Then the door opened. Alessandro walked in. The air around me seemed to freeze. All the memories from before I passed out hit me like a wave. The rage. The pain. The hate. All of it came rushing back.

She curse in her breathe as the system told her the exact amount of Disastor that pursue them. “A thousand Disastor is here to murder us, a mere Player? This is insane! Really insane...” She realize her hands holding his hands, his fiery shot the highest heaven. “So insane!” Rojan contain his surprises when his hands flew harshly to the air. “W-what are you doing?” He thought his hands already leave his body, numb as put more pressure to flew in the air. He even almost to lose his footing, but the system notify him: “Want to activate Reflexes?” Rojan don't have time to think and immediately said, “Activate, please!”

Embarassed by Doom's revelation, she pulled her card over me. "Well, what can I do. You are nothing, but a heartless monster who drove my mom crazy and now you are playing victim while my poor mom was killed because of you." This sick bitc*. She is indeed a carbon copy of her mother. I could still remember fresh like yesterday that bloody hell memories with that murderer. I was about to crumple my fist when Doom suddenly held my hand to ease my anger. I masked my uneasiness with a stoic face. "Don't tell me you also came here to kill me," I responded and laughed without humor, "You know like mother, like daughter."