System Super Daily Login Novels & Stories

They could sense it too — something beneath the surface of normality had cracked. His assistant, Mark, intercepted him before he reached the door. “Sir, we’ve got… something unusual in the system again.” Alex didn’t break stride. “Define unusual.” Mark fell into step beside him, tablet in hand. “A dozen servers flagged false login attempts at 3:12 a.m. But here’s the problem — they weren’t external. All the requests came from internal IPs.” Alex’s jaw flexed. “Which departments?” “Finance, R&D, and… Executive Operations.”

It will raise suspicion whatever the excuse is, " I said. Dutsy’s voice grew thick icicles. “I wouldn’t have asked you, if it was not necessary. There is a tiny vulnerability window in the system. It opens around seven in the evening. Maintenance and security updates done at the time when employees leave the office.” A smart tech boy. My left eye itched, but Celeste’s accident was still crawling on top of my priority list. I simply didn’t enjoy being a sitting duck. I put sweet calmness into my voice and said: “Many thanks for taking the trouble responding, Mr Dutsy. I’ll be there.”

If someone with a high authority want to view the logs they can check by logging in to the server computer. To make sure no hackers can get into the system, the server network are monitor 24/7. Yang Corps hired special trained units of security to monitor all the activities that happens on their machines. Employees cannot bring their work home unless they gave given special permission to sign out an Ultra-Plus machine. Yang Corps offered these Ultra-Plus-laptops for their employees; used the same way as the desktop computers in the office, everything is accessible through the network.

​He sat down at the head of the table and opened his tablet. ​"Item one," he said. "The integration of the Zurich servers." ​I looked at the back of his head. ​I was in the room. ​I was watching. ​And I was the only one who knew that the frequency wasn't the only thing I had locked. ​Cliffhanger: ​My phone buzzed in my lap. ​A notification from the Jersey server. ​Manual Access Detected: User ST_Admin_1. ​Liam. ​He was already trying to bypass the lockout while I sat three feet away from him.

"...primitive." Ren sat in the metal chair. Leo stood behind him, his arms crossed. "Watch your back in there, brother." Ren put on the goggles. He felt the cold electrodes touch his temples. "Initialize," Ren commanded. Kara hit the Enter key. The generator hummed louder. The lights in the bunker flickered. Power surge. LOGIN SEQUENCE INITIATED. BYPASSING AUTHENTICATION. CONNECTION TYPE: HARDLINE (UNREGISTERED). WELCOME, USER [ERROR].

He refreshed the security logs again. Still three access attempts. Still one unknown ID. Rowan entered the room, unshaven, shirt half-buttoned. “You’re still up?” Cassian didn’t look at him. “Did you know there were remote login attempts on the server?” Rowan’s brows furrowed. “No. You’re sure?” Cassian turned the laptop toward him. “Look. Two are yours. The third is untagged. Not from my system. Not from yours.”

He quickly set up the program, an ugly, simple interface with only two usernames, ‘THE COVENANT’ and ‘THE ARCHITECT. “You are The Covenant,” Damian stated, looking me straight in the eyes. “Our alliance is now official. Every morning at 7 a.m. and every evening at 10 p.m., you log in. No chitchat only facts. If you miss a drop then I assume you are compromised.” “If I log in late, I’ll sign off with the code: Elm Street,” I confirmed. “If I’m trapped, I’ll log in and type only the word, CLEAN.”

Not because I wanted to — but because I needed distance before I said something we couldn’t take back. --- Sleep never came. Instead, I found myself walking through the mansion in the dark, barefoot, drawn to the faint glow from the server room down the hall. The hum of the machines was steady, rhythmic, almost comforting. And then I saw it, one of the monitors flashing red. A new login attempt. The timestamp was now. Someone was accessing the main system in real time. I ran closer, scanning the credentials, and froze. It was my ID. Again.

It is gonna be hard to coaxed its host not to run away from the game. And System 143 will be deleted and be replaced if ever that thought of his will happen. Ah as it thoughts. What a pain in the neck. Even though he didn't have a neck. He only logged off for a minute to see the situation in all of the system current home. When he already arrive, 'Red ALERT Red ALERT!!! A Bug had been detected. This senior system repeats. A Bug had been detected!' This is what greeted him. While Xia Yu system was offline. Xia Yu hummed happily while walking towards her room.

“Our upgraded system stores all data automatically. Even deleted work is kept for security reasons. I checked the records, sir. The truth is there.” Dreston moved back to the desk, his eyes glued to the screen as Peter turned the laptop toward him. Dreston scrolled through dates. Then, IDs, system logs. And he saw everything. His eyes widened in shock and disappointment. How could this be? Why hasn't he checked before announcing the launching? The truth was right there before him. SYSTEM STATUS: STABLE ARCHITECT: ORACLE BUILD INTEGRITY: ABSOLUTE His fingers froze. “This is not Tina’s signature,” Dreston muttered. “This belongs to someone else.”