Super God System Novels & Stories

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Strangely, the egg split open and the monster inside the egg died instantly because it was split into two pieces. "Bastard, human bastard! How dare you touch this god's egg, I won't let you go!" she said angrily, explaining the powerful aura equivalent to the realm of a ninth-level god. "A high-level eleventh-level monster! Damn, he really is a terrifying monster, no wonder the grandfather in the god realm couldn't defeat him." An eleventh-level monster was equivalent to an Earth God, and this was a high level, which meant it was equivalent to a Sky God. No wonder Grandpa Lou and the gods in this sect's territory were easily defeated by that spider woman. Xiao Chen was truly risking his life

But this time, the text was different. [System Activated] [Checking the System's Compatibility with the User] 'What is this?' Gale wondered, disbelief heavy in his mind. He didn't know how to react as the things before him seemed too absurd to believe. [System Compatibility: 100%] [Initiating System Sync with the User] [System Sync Status: 1%] Another wave of notifications appeared while Gale was still trying to process everything. What he saw now was just like the notifications he saw when installing an application on a computer. He could even see the System status with a bar moving as it reached 1.3%.

But I know that he must be nearby. I typed: “Evan, could you do me a favor?” However, no one reacted after the words were typed for a long time. After I took off my equipment and put it down again, only half of my blood was left. System: Lucifer’s madness erupted and she activated the Slaughter mode. A large poison was released, and the invisible Phantasm beside me was immediately beaten out. I received three more small poisons. System: God of War died. Looking at the crops lying on the ground, I manipulated the character to sit beside the crops and typed: “Why did you switch your account again and give it such a disgusting name?”

They were turning silver. ​We weren't the "Guardians of the Eighth Peak" anymore. we were the nervous system of a living god. And the first thing the god wanted to do was scream.

As the files opened, the truth that emerged sent a chilling wave down our spines: The Original Father is not a god, but an immortal scientist who has been running the universe as a “game” for over a billion years. We (Sophia and Lukas) are his only successful organic creations, capable of escaping the system through our own intelligence. The destruction of the universe: this universe itself is a dying system. The Original Father intends to use our DNA to create a new one. “Sophia,” Lukas held my hand, determination blazing in his eyes. “We won’t remain part of this system. If we are the master copies, then we hold the reset button of this universe.”

{Detected Energy Core. {Crystal Cores may be exchanged within the System Store.} {1 Crystal Core = 100 Points.} {First Exchange Bonus Detected.} {Would Host like to exchange now?}

"As a management tool." "To keep carriers below the threshold where the Thrones would act," Elder Qian says quietly. "If the Thrones erase carriers who reach Heavenly Lord rank — then a System that suppresses development to a controlled growth rate, that guides carriers along a path that never quite reaches threatening — keeps them alive." "While suppressing what they actually are," I say. "Yes." I sit back. The Infinite Chaos System. The missions. The rewards. The cultivation advancement that the System provides — always less than what I'd achieve independently, always controlled, always guided.