The Overachiever's Black Tech System Novels & Stories

His appointment as Head Knight is not merely due to our childhood friendship; rather, it stems from his exceptional combat skills and proficiency in handling weapons. Black also possesses remarkable intellect, often crafting plans that were once deemed impossible by many. His strategic prowess extends beyond theoretical thinking, as he possesses the remarkable ability to navigate and resolve life-threatening situations. Moreover, his comprehensive understanding of the intricate processes and systems within various kingdoms renders him an invaluable asset in both physical and official strategic planning. As I observed Black, a wicked gleam in his eye, I expressed my contentment, remarking, "I

Said Black Merchant before he keeps his Silent for a short time and stays still like he tries to hide his presence from someone and start talking again. “I guess that you had captured the system user and somehow had managed to crack the system of that guy which lead you to be able to take a peek of his realm. The system and the arrival of the system user is the result of The Key and The Gate's attempt to interfere in your world by sending anyone that could contact him. He had given them the system to help them doing the mission for him. All of his mission result in changing the fate of someone and the course of history, in return he’ll give them the system point to purchase all of the knowle

This company thrived on fear, ambition, and obsession, and I would be damned if I let his reputation for being a grade one asshole run me scared. I was perfectly dressed in a charcoal suit, my hair pulled into a sleek knot. Obsidian Innovations was not just a tech company. It was the tech company. We created gateways…machines that could map the neural pathways of a human brain and replay memories, simulate emotions, spin entire worlds of fantasy like silk from a spider. It was both exciting, dangerous and, apparently, not good enough for Tristan Blackwell. The rumors about him had spread faster than wildfire the moment his grandfather died. That he was colder than ice and I was apparently ab

Cold sweat had gathered at their temples. "Explain." Oliver's voice was low and heavy, like thunder waiting to break. His fingers tapped the table with measured menace. "How did the system that generated 30 million dollars during Black Friday turn into a useless machine that can't push out even a hundred orders for the Christmas presale? The presale numbers are a disaster. And now, we have penalty notices from the service provider for exceeding usage limits." Everett trembled as he tried to deflect responsibility. "It… It was Ms. Lynn's original system architecture that had problems."

“Not just the queens. Upperclass vamps too. But yeah, the four at the top? They’re the prize patrol. Rules are simple: Rankings update monthly. Points for academics, extracurriculars, ‘social integration’—that’s code for not freaking out around fangs—and whatever mysterious crap the algorithm spits out. Seraphina built the system herself. AI-driven, pulls from campus cams, health scans, even social media if you’re dumb enough to post.” I pulled out my phone, tapped the Bloodmate app that had auto-installed overnight. My profile stared back: Nico Black, 21st, with a progress bar at 45%. Below it, a breakdown—endurance (high, probably from the car wreck survival), adaptability (medium), “intri

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

“We don’t use stealth. We use the bond. You are now attuned. I need you to focus on that power.” He picked up a heavy, sharp knife from the tactical kit. He looked at me, his expression intense. “Listen closely, Mate. This is the truth of the black mark. You took the full Abyss into your system. You didn't just filter it; you learned its rhythm. You can influence my shift.” “Influence?”

It was a tapestry of blood and betrayal, but tonight, it felt like a noose. "Play it again," Amara said, her voice steady despite the knot in her stomach. The video resumed. Adebayo leaned into the camera, his eyes piercing. "Victor was a useful fool—ambitious, but shortsighted. He thought Obsidian Ventures was about money. It was about control. KaluTech's AI algorithms, embedded in global systems—banking, defense, communications. I've activated the backdoor. In 48 hours, a cascade failure will hit major networks worldwide. Chaos. And from the ashes, my consortium rises. You can't stop it, Amara. But join me, and share the power."

“Problem is, David made sure I never got close enough.” The case clicks open. Inside, a single data chip glints under the dim bulb. Kieran’s growl vibrates through my ribs before I hear it. “That’s Architect tech.” His fingers dig into my waist, pulling me half a step back. “Same casing they use for the blacksite files.”