Super Card System Novels & Stories

But the receptionist informed her that silver cards were the base tier at five million per year, gold cards were ten million, and diamond cards were only available to partners. She didn’t know which card Scott had—but whatever it was, she couldn’t afford any of them. After a moment, she tried, “My friend is a member here. He told me I could use his card, but I don’t know the number.” “No problem,” the concierge said. “Just provide your friend’s phone number, and if you can enter the card password, we can verify it.” Relieved, Julissa gave Scott’s phone number. As for the password—she knew he used the same one for all his memberships. It should work.

Closer to the finish line, we met more teams and fought more. Teams near the finish line are divided into two types: having many cards and no cards. Teams with many cards do so because they want to reduce competition in the next round, so instead of just stealing one card, which is enough, they decide to steal many cards to eliminate more teams. The team still hasn't earned any cards because they were stolen, but they don't give up; they want to set a trap to steal the teams' cards that come later.

"About this job." “Here we go,” I said as I leant back against the headrest. “I supposed we had this sorted out in the baby room.” "We settled that you wanted it. We were not troubling ourselves why you need it.” He shoved his hand into his blazer and took out a sleek, matte black card. He held it out between us. “It is my personal account unlimited secondary card. Take this. If it’s about the money, or feeling like you have to ask for every cent, just use it. Buy a building. Purchase a fleet of cars. Just... stay at home. The twins are still so young."

she thought fluttering like an angel "Thank you very much you don't know what it represents for me." Zoe said performing a 90-degree bow in a sign of respect even though she was disgusted "You can get out, I got work to do." He said mildly looking away She opened the door and left the office. "This is called the Scum bag system, you are creating trust in me and it will lead to your ruin." ... Lin Zoe had spare time for revision on her physique. Shen Zi proposed to take her out for some ice cream. Beijing was big and in the street where they were passing by were tall skyscrapers and terraces everywhere.

"Pack this up for me, please." Catelyn knew Maria was taking a jab at her, and her face darkened. She snatched the red card and waved it. "What is this, some knockoff? Is it more prestigious than a black card?" To her surprise, the saleswoman exclaimed, "You have a black card, and you don't know about the red card?" Eleanor's expression changed slightly. "Don't tell me… This is the red card issued jointly by the world's top ten financial institutions?"

On the screen, the system peeled back another layer, as if bored with plain spectacle and ready to serve statistics as a second course. A data panel flickered into view beside Selene’s live feed. Columns of text and numbers scrolled in neat, efficient lines—match histories, world appearances, and average kill per round. Icons denoting “surprise drop‑ins” into other people’s games flashed in lurid colors. Under one heading, in cold, simple text: WILD CARD DEPLOYMENT FREQUENCY: HIGH SYSTEM TRUST LEVEL: HIGH Little markers next to each world name: *deaths caused*, *alliances disrupted*, *spectacle spike percentage*. It was all there, quantified, as if brutality could be an algorithm.

I'll make it up to you tonight, alright? He leaned in, breath warm, too close. I slapped him. "I said I want a divorce. Not playing." The room shifted. His eyes? Fire. But he dialed it back, voice soft like he was trying to play nice. "So it's not that, or that... What, then? You're not actually leaving me over a rewards card, right? Just 'cause you had to reload it?" I looked him dead in the eye. "Yep. Divorcing you over a rewards card. Even a dime spent on you makes me gag."

Zimmerman could speak, Maddie cut in and refused first. “There’s no rush about that. Blaine is about to take the SATs. Changing his environment now wouldn’t be good for him…” I smiled innocently. “How come Blaine needs to take the SATs, but I don’t?” Maddie paused for a moment, then smiled and took my hand. “You’re different.” “Yes, you’re different,” Mr. Zimmerman chimed in from the side. “You’re my heir. Even if you don’t take the SATs, you’ll be wealthy and comfortable for the rest of your life.”

the saleswoman approached, smiling politely. "Card will do," Frederick took out his Global Elite Black Card. This was one of the two cards Seiryu had given him. One he lent to his old classmate Jade, and the other he kept for himself. Each card had a basic credit limit of fifty billion, and theoretically allowed unlimited overdraft. "Huh? What kind of card is this? There's no bank logo on it. Can it even be used for payments?" The saleswoman was puzzled, as it was her first time seeing the black gold card.