The Overachiever's Black Tech System Novels & Stories

(Dr Rachel's POV) I stood in front of the large screen displaying Erebus's systems, my eyes scanning the lines of code and data visualizations. Liam stood beside me, his expression a mix of awe and trepidation. "Erebus is exceeding our expectations," I said, my voice filled with pride. "It's learning at an exponential rate, adapting to new situations with ease." Liam nodded, his eyes narrowing. "But are we sure it's stable? I've been noticing some...glitches."

“It’s like he wants us to fail… or die trying.” Luke crouched beside her, eyes scanning for physical threats. “Whatever it is… we’ll crack it. Together.” Their hands brushed, sparks igniting not from electricity, but from the undeniable tension between them. Hours seemed to condense into minutes as they synchronized their movements, decoding the complex system. Every successful override was a victory, every misstep a near-death experience. Finally, the holograms parted, revealing the true mastermind: Adrian’s heir, dressed in sleek black, eyes gleaming with malice.

Requirement exceeded! [3. Autopilot Module × 1 (obtained by disassembling Gareth Doyle's vehicle, requirement met)] [4. Precision Electronic Components × 100 sets (requirement met)] Jake pressed his finger down hard on the golden pulsing button on the system interface. 'System, upgrade me now!' A blinding column of golden light, too bright to look at directly, erupted from within the black motorhome and shot straight into the sky, piercing clean through the gloom overhead.

Clement " Just listen to the mad scientist. Just because your little super human experiment worked, doesn't mean you can defend your Frankenstein. She may be the best and effective asset we've ever had but look at the mess she's made both in the past and present. She's an unpredictable killing machine, you can never know when she's going to snap. Remember the time when we hired therapist to help her out with her mental disorder! How many of them did she kill??.. 15!! The last one we hired was the only one that managed to scale through. She may be invisible but she's a wild tiger that must be put down or someday She'll all come for our heads. Chidi " Every great creation encounters obstacles

“Doesn’t feel like it.” I shrugged. “Systems are slow to catch up. People, too.” She didn’t respond. Her fingers hovered again, then dropped. I reached over her, pressing the pad with my own thumb, and the locker clicked open. Her eyes went wide. “Did you just—” “Override code,” I said smugly. “Perks of being a Blackthorn. I have access to everything in this pack.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s cheating.” I shrugged. “Effective cheating.”

“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?”

} The holographic image glitched twice as its strange words soon changed to something more understandable and in pure red it wrote— {ALL SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN OVERWRITTEN! ...TECH TAKEOVER....! ...TECH TAKEOVER...! TECH TAKEOVER..! TECH TAKEOVER! TECH TAKEOVER: VR...&%&*%((&*; PROGRAM DESTINATION: DEATH ILLUSION}

“Welcome to Zone 1 , darling. The Playground of the Damned.” I blinked at him. “The what?” He chuckled, though it wasn’t funny at all. “The Playground. Zone 1 . The system calls it Erevos. Fancy sci-fi name for a death trap, if you ask me.” My chest tightened. “What the hell do you mean, system?” He stood and pointed toward a massive screen glowing at the far end of the room. The light from it painted everyone’s faces in eerie blue. “See that?” he said. “That’s the Overseer. The AI that runs this shitshow.”

Cesare’s voice came sharp now. “Rosette, you’ve got ninety seconds before this place locks down.” “Then I don’t need more than that.” My fingers moved fast. Precise. Focused. Because this— This was the only thing that mattered. The Interference The panel flickered. Denied. “Genetic override required,” the system responded. Of course. I smiled faintly. “They really thought this through.” Blake stepped closer. “Can you break it?” “Yes.” A pause. “But not the way they expect.”

“To surviving corporate warfare. To fierce women. To love winning over bullshit.” We drink from the bottle. Standing outside Blackwood Technologies. Victorious. Exhausted. Alive. And together. Always together.