The Ultimate Scheming System Novels & Stories

The Apocalyptic Legion broke through, and all of them became Rank 10 Ultimate God Ranked Realm zombies. "Ding! Congratulations, host, for becoming a Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters." The system's voice suddenly appeared in Lucas' mind. Hearing this, Lucas' smooth and delicate face showed an extremely interesting expression. "Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm?" But now... He nodded slightly, looked at the sun in the sky, and murmured to himself, "It's time to return to the Northern Wastelands Alliance." ... After saying that, Lucas placed the Apocalyptic Legion into the System Space.

It was obvious that the Vice President wanted Gale to fail. As Gale raced through the questions, the VP sat back on the couch with a smirk playing on his lips. He was certain that no matter how quickly Gale worked, he would never make it. The VP knew that even the brightest students would struggle with this test in such a short time. And Gale? He was just an ordinary student, wasn't he? However, what the VP didn't know was that Gale wasn't just fast—he was accurate. His System give "Scan Skill" allowed him to answer each question perfectly, with every single answer correct.

"Is there no alternative method to bypass resistance?" No. I stopped pacing and crossed my arms, tilting my head back as I pondered the situation. It was clear that the system wasn't a magic wand capable of mind-controlling anyone at will. It couldn't simply rewrite the decisions of intelligent individuals whose mental defenses were high. It was effective only when a target's natural resistance was low or compromised. If I wanted to scam powerful figures out of tens of millions of dollars, I couldn't rely solely on system shortcuts. Ruthless business tycoons like Lucien Laurent were hyper-intelligent and naturally paranoid, which explained his high resistance score.

G-forces pushed them deeper into leather upholstery that suddenly seemed obscene in its luxury—the trappings of wealth built on global deception. "The system needs three human partners to achieve full function," Sonia continued, words tumbling out as though a dam had broken. "The triumvirate—each implant containing part of the interface, each human mind contributing different aspects of financial brilliance." "Strategy, analysis, and execution," Alex deduced, his strategic mind racing ahead to implications that chilled him. "My father, your father, and—"

“Each time, you learned more. Each time, you came closer to ending it. And each time, you failed — until now.” The void trembled violently, as if the world itself was reacting to the truth. “The System evolved after every death,” she continued. “That is why it is called Ultimate Power. It doesn’t grant perfection — it forges it. Through repetition. Through sacrifice.” “Through me.” She nodded. “Through us.” I swallowed hard. “And when I absorb you?” “Then you will become the final vessel — the Eighth Cycle.” ⸻ The shards of light began collapsing inward, drawn toward me. Each fragment that touched my skin burned — but with it came flashes of memory.

"I've broken through. But you need to see this for yourselves." James and Sophia moved closer, their eyes fixed on the screen. A series of files opened, and Sophia's heart sank as she read through them. It wasn't just a network it was a system. A global system, spanning governments, corporations, and even the military. Salvatore had orchestrated a complex web of influence that reached into every corner of power. He wasn't just a criminal; he was a puppet master, pulling the strings of the world from the shadows. "This is worse than I thought," James muttered under his breath.

Cassian leaned close behind me and whispered, "That seems like a poorly designed system." "It wasn't designed poorly," Marek said, his gaze fixed on Evander like a blade. "It was designed for this." Exactly. Evander had spent years studying systems, building leverage in quiet corners, creating procedures that looked harmless until the moment he needed them to be anything but. Maeve looked toward the sealed doors, her jaw tight. "What does the protocol actually do?" Councilor Holt glanced toward another member, and a younger man immediately began searching through a stack of documents with trembling hands.

Author’s POV “You’re going to become toothless by the time you get back home,” Vera quipped as she struggled to take the ice and vodka away from Scarlett, but Scarlett aggressively chewed on the ice. She was too furious to think straight. “Sorry, Vee, for stealing you away from your work hours. But can you imagine what those people did?!” She bellowed indignantly. “Who the hell is chairman Tate?!” She yelled, but Vera closed her mouth before she could draw any more attention to them.

I felt the bond, the warmth, all three brothers in it even with Soren still off in the trees, a solid hand on my spine. “I don’t know yet,” I said. Voss blinked. “That’s the truth,” I told him. “I dissolved a four-hundred-year-old system this morning. Spent the last four hours dealing with fallout and I’ve got eleven packs waiting in the northwest, three more at Elder hall waiting for you, and no blueprint. What I do have is a principle.” He raised his chin. “Which is?” “Wolves making their own choices. Not being managed. Not being told the story. Actually choosing.” I kept my eyes on him. “That includes the three in the hall. And you.”

The air remained completely clear. The cold truth hit him like a physical blow: there was no System mission for a problem shaped like this. The System rewarded personal dominance, public confrontation, razor-sharp negotiations, and direct, high-stakes brinkmanship. It gave him leverage when he stood in a room and out-clambered a rival executive.