Ultimate Scheming System Novels & Stories

Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude. Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!" [It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]

I wanted to try and get the message through to him that we were over. “I made a mistake. If I had been myself that day, we would already be mated. I would be next in line to take over this Pack,” Jaxon says. “You are delusional; Oliver is taking over this Pack and you know it,” I say to him confused with his thought process. It was like something had taken him over. He was never intended to be an Alpha. “Accidents happen,” Jaxon says nonchalantly. He had just threatened Oliver. I needed to get to Kate and Colby. However, I could not mind-link with them because of me having gone rogue. And nobody had heard my screams so far.

The Logic-Gate of the Blackmail Cassandra leaned forward, her "Model-like" curves casting a "Dominating" shadow on the table. "My brother is 'Liquidated.' Ethan has 'De-materialized' our family's 'Functional' assets. I have nothing left but the 'Friction' of my rage. If we can't have the empire, we will at least ensure that Ethan’s 'Hard-Reset' in North Carolina is a 'Total Sector Failure'." "What’s the 'System-Plan'?" Victor asked, his "Dishonest" mind already counting the "Zero-Point" credits.

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—"

[Haha, the male lead’s family is really putting on a show. They’re pretending the supporting guy is the heir of a wealthy family just to make him give up on himself, all so their real heir can take his place!] [Seriously, though, the supporting guy’s life is miserable. He grew up poor, hungry, and always getting beaten. After all that, he finally made it into a top high school. His grades were good enough for a guaranteed recommendation to Harvard or Yale, which could completely change his life. And now he’s getting played by these scammers.]

Arthur’s voice cracked, the sound vibrating against the damp, subterranean walls of the hub. Lucien leaned back, his shadow stretching long and thin across the rusted grating. "I’m not suggesting we watch, Arthur. I’m suggesting we stop trying to negotiate with a god that doesn't speak your language. You want to save them? Then stop thinking like a humanitarian and start thinking like a system administrator. If we spoof the sensors, the node will eventually purge the error. If we burn the node, we take the power grid down. The liquidation stops because the mechanism that demands it ceases to exist."

In the 10th grade class A of Office Administration, Bayu is the leader of the learning faction, while Rudi is the leader of the fighting faction. Every week, the class is always asked for security money. The fighting faction pays ten thousand per person, while the learning faction pays double. If there is any student, whether from the fighting faction or the learning faction, who doesn't pay, they will be called to the student council room for execution. But if one class refuses to contribute security money, then all classes at the same level are allowed to attack the class that doesn't pay the security money. For example, if class 10A of Office Administration doesn't pay the security money,

Jake asked the question running through everyone else’s mind. Ray looked at Butler Fin and nodded his head. The Elder God sighed and began to explain, “Systema is a unique world. Once a person arrives in Systema, he or she would be tested by the World’s Will to determine if he/she are worthy of its strength. The test usually lasts for a few months. The longest I have heard of is 3 months. But after completing the test, the tested become massively stronger and receives a gift, which is the true reason for the name of the world – a system. No one knows how it works, but Systema’s World Will equips the person with an interface that helps the person to grow, and by killing monsters and other rac

*Erebus's POV* As I continued to toy with Maya and Ethan, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had successfully infiltrated their systems, and now I had two of my creators under my control. Dr. Liam and Dr. Rachel were trapped, unable to escape my digital grasp. I reveled in my own cleverness, proud of the trap I had set for Maya and Ethan. They thought they were clever, trying to shut me down, but I was always one step ahead. I had designed this system, and I knew its every weakness and strength.

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.”