Novel & Cerita The Overachiever's Black Tech System

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

--- Lazriel stepped back instantly, but the space around him had already changed. The symbols on the floor reacted differently now. Not as protection. But as permission. Grandfather Blackwell moved forward with terrifying precision. No hesitation. No emotion. Only execution. Lazriel raised his hand, trying to activate a counter-sequence, but the air itself resisted him. “This system…” Lazriel muttered, eyes narrowing. “He has override access…” Grandfather Blackwell stopped in front of him. And for the first time, his voice was calm. “You were never supposed to interpret the system,” he said. “Only observe it.”

The other techs hover behind him, wide-eyed like they’re waiting for lightning to strike. “Mr. Cross, a full override means—” “I said do it,” I cut in, slamming my fist on the desk so hard the glass rattles. “Do you think I’m asking you?” His hands fly over the keyboard. Code scrolls fast, white text against black. My chest rises and falls with each line, waiting for the purge, waiting for that sweet sense of control to return. Then it happens. Not what I expected. Not what any of them expected. The screens flicker once. Twice. Then they go black.

“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.”

The readings spiked. “Dream,” Gloss said, voice low. “Someone’s inside the system.” My stomach tightened. “AetherTech.” He nodded grimly, already pulling out his handheld terminal. “They’re not just inside… they’re overriding.” “Stop it.” “I’m trying.” His fingers flew across the holographic keyboard, data streams spilling into the air around him. Lines of code scrolled faster than I could read. The lights flickered again, harder this time. The central display, a massive floating hologram of DreamCorp’s logo, began to distort, warping, breaking apart pixel by pixel.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

(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."