The Level System Novels & Stories

"The late-night study session is in full swing. We’re going to walk through the stacks, and you’re going to act like a perfectly normal, perfectly failing student." He pressed a button on the remote. The vibration hit me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't a gentle buzz; it was a high-frequency, aggressive throb that seemed to rattle my very bones. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling. "Ah! Sir... please!" "Quiet," he snapped, though his eyes were dancing with sadistic delight. "This is level one, Liam. There are ten levels. Every time you make a sound, every time you stumble, I turn it up. If you cry out in public, the 'F' becomes permanent."

“Then act like it — you’ll be moving into my house tomorrow.” The system blinked red in front of me. > [Mission Accepted.] [Welcome to Level Two: Domestic Disaster Mode.]

Ety continued the explanation: "Levels 1 to 100 represent your luck system within this book. However, because you acted inelegantly and begged Julian for affection like a desperate fool, your level dropped dramatically to -13. From this point forward, your luck will be extremely limited." "Why didn't you warn me beforehand?!" "You didn't consult with me first," Ety replied matter-of-factly. "But you're always disappearing!" "My network has been experiencing issues," Ety explained. This system was impossibly frustrating and utterly blameless simultaneously. "So how do I restore my level to normal?" I asked desperately. Before Ety could answer, the hologram vanished entirely, taking the whiteb

A dead portable charger. Worthless. The interface pulsed again. WARNING: SUPPLY ACQUISITION WINDOW RAPIDLY NARROWING. RECOMMEND IMMEDIATE RESOURCE PRIORITIZATION. A new notification appeared beneath it. BEGINNER REWARD AVAILABLE UPON TASK COMPLETION. Evelyn narrowed her eyes slightly. “What exactly are you?” she whispered. The response appeared instantly. LOGISTIC UTILIZATION SYSTEM: AN ADAPTIVE SURVIVAL SUPPORT FRAMEWORK DESIGNED TO IMPROVE HOST CONTINUITY.

I… I'm going to be the supervisor? I looked at him and gave a slight nod. "You deserve this." In the nearby apartment building, several older women who had been leaning over their balconies to watch the scene were now frantically trying to delete the filthy messages they had posted in the residents' group chat earlier. But the system's flat notification kept chiming again and again. "This message was sent more than two minutes ago and can't be recalled."