Romans & histoires The Ability Steal System

Adrian stared at the impossible sight before him, his body collapsing to the floor, eyes wide with hopelessness. Gasps rippled through the entire venue. Thousands of people sat frozen, watching something that defied all science. I stepped forward and kicked him like a dead dog. "If I’m right, your so-called ‘system’ gives you the ability to copy. You're able to replicate someone else’s thoughts and creations, no matter the distance. "You could’ve used that ability to grow and actually master your craft. But you’re a fool. You only thought about stealing. A fake will always be a fake.

“Well, do you know what is a stealer, Ashira?” Stealer? I haven’t heard of it but there is some ring into that word. Have I heard it somewhere? The old lady took my silence as my answer and continued speaking. “Stealer is a wolf abnormality. They can produce a pup with another wolf who is not their mate. Some stealers are evil and those kinds steals the mate of others for fame, greed, or vanity.” she paused. I don’t think I need to hear some kind of useless story. Why is she trying to educate me about this stealer thing?

] "Why does the app know so much but don't speak to me? I slandered people and people turned their cards over and were embarrassed to die." [App only trusts the ability to act, the judgment of the host is the first reason and the second reason is that the host implementation of the app cannot interfere too deeply.] "Then let me venture to ask if he has any talent?" [Sports, cooking... Also, he knows some political-military.] "Beneficial." "He is a hundred times more powerful than the male lead." [...] The wheel has just rolled to the front gate of the Alice corporation. As soon as Theodore Mark stepped down, the surrounding voices could not stop flowing into a stream.

seems like a safer choice than letting you siphon my power. "So, either Susan secretly acquired these abilities, or she goes into battle personally every time, killing the majority of ability users herself. That way, she collects exactly what she expends effort on, leaving no one able to envy or challenge her." Which of these was the truth?

I could almost see the gears turning in their minds as they considered my request for help. “The majority of gifts remain unlisted,” Caleb explains, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness, “due to alphas seeking out those with unique abilities and exploiting them for their own gain. They are used as weapons in the pack’s security or forced into breeding programs. Often it’s both.” Stacey’s discomfort is palpable next to me, her body shifting uneasily as Elio emits a low growl, undoubtedly thinking about Kara and the danger she may be in.

Betrayal is almost a door of death if they ever betrayed their Host or system one after another if someone dared to try it for the second time, following suit for the first ability user that died for trying to squeezed its own system power and inflict it upon on himself. While the Al that was bound to that ability user had moved to another Host successfully as it was not bind anymore by the greedy Host. Being greedy is a very scary thing as it can lead you to your own successful but miserable death. AI is almost recognized by a few ordinary humans and ordinary Heroes who was ranked into the lowest ranking HC as Common Heroes, HD as Deteriorate Heroes until it got eliminated for being too wor

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

I hissed at the camera lens. I didn't stop. My fingers flew across the interface, my right hand steady, my stone left hand providing the biometric override that only a Prime lineage could offer. I wasn't just hacking; I was liquidating. I initiated the Rebirth ‘Phase Alpha’ protocols I’d buried in the first year of my exile. “You’re freezing my assets?” I rasped, a cold, jagged laugh tearing from my throat. “Then I’m returning the favor. I’m initiating a debt-collection on the entire Nightfall infrastructure.”

A whisper of paper on paper drifted through the metal, like he was idly flipping pages while he talked. “Stolen,” Daire repeated. “You stamped your seal on my gate. You didn’t build this house. You didn’t earn its vault.” “You built it on Covenant favors and convenient accidents,” Crowe said mildly. “Let’s not rewrite history.” “Even if that’s true,” Daire said, “it doesn’t give you the right to cage what’s inside.” Crowe chuckled. It was a low, humorless sound. “The High Howl Tribunal,” he said, “has legal authority to seize any and all stolen pack assets under *asset recovery* protocols. That includes relics, off-the-books payments, and…” he paused, savoring the last part, “unregistered bl

Her heart dropped. “What kind of failsafe?” “One designed to eliminate instability.” She stared at him. “You’re talking about people.” “Yes.” A cold silence fell between them. “If you assume primary control,” he continued carefully, “the system reads it as a hostile takeover. It locks assets. Freezes accounts. Flags investigations.” “That’s not elimination.” He didn’t blink. “In certain regions, it is.” Her mind raced. “You built a system that kills people if someone else takes control?” “I didn’t build it alone.”