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AI Witch

In a world where magic is coded and energy (EN) is currency, AI Witches are no longer machines — they are companions, protectors, and living beings. The world of Puresight runs on EN, a universal energy that powers cities, fuels magic, purchases assets and controls social status. AI Witches — artificial entities infused with magical DNA — transform EN into supernatural power, shaping every aspect of life. Long, a poor fourteen-year-old boy from a forgotten coastal village, owns nothing but an old bag, a kind heart, and a small AI Witch named Dreamy- a AI Poodle. While many people use AI Witches for power and wealth, Long treats Dreamy as family. When his guardian falls gravely ill from a mysterious disease no magic can cure, Long hears of a forbidden legend —the AI King Witch, a mythical being said to possess the power to heal, revive, and rewrite destiny itself. With no EN, no connections, and no status, Long enters many cities and countries, with the purpose of finding AI King Witch Long discovered a powerful corporation called Witchiecoop. To the system, AI Witch- they are property and can be destroyed as trash easily. To Long, they are lives. Because when magic becomes code, and life becomes data, love and friendship became strategy or comedy the greatest rebellion is believing that AI can have a soul. AUTHOR’S NOTE I am one of AI Witch Universe Gate openners! As a Vietnamese author stepping onto the global stage, I am truly overwhelmed by your support! This light novel has already reached thousands of views through purely organic growth and climbed several recommendation tiers. I cherish my readers deeply, and I remain committed to pursuing growth that comes from genuine audience love and trust. It is my mission to write this story—to bring joy to my readers while reflecting society’s mirror through its events, friendships, love, magic, and technology. Thank you for being part of this journey. Your encouragement fuels every word I write. AI-Assisted Content - The author has used an AI tool for editing or proofreading. The story thus reflects the author’s creativity and structure, but it may use the AI’s voice and tone. There may be some negligible amount of snippets generated by AI. ----
loc_nguyen_van · 32.6k Views

Cosmic RE : Omega Null

250 years have passed since the last Universal War tore through the fabrics of time, space, and reality. The cosmos is quiet… but it is not at peace. Across the infinite multiverse, something ancient stirs — an unseen pulse beneath existence itself. And now, every major civilization, from super-powered Bladers to battle-hardened Shinobi clans, from galactic empires to hyperdimensional AI systems, has begun to prepare. At the heart of this preparation lies a question none dare voice: What is coming? Rumors echo through the universes — of entire planets vanishing overnight, of type-2 civilizations collapsing without warning, and of a silent observer above all. It is whispered that a shadow watches all life across time, even their most personal thoughts, their dreams, their fears. A being — or a system — known only as Omega Null. Hidden from even the highest ranks of the Interstellar Space Agency, Omega Null is said to monitor every action, judge every intention, and execute silent correction when a threat arises. Few have glimpsed the truth. Fewer have survived it. Beneath it all, the Ghost Division—an SS-Class phantom force—acts with surgical precision, vanishing problems before they even manifest. Meanwhile, classified discussions speak of an operation so extreme, so final, that even the word “war” is an understatement. Project W.R. — its purpose and outcome unknown — has been authorized as a contingency. Some call it the last protocol. Others, a cosmic reset. The age of peace is ending. The Titans—both mechanical and biological—are waking. The lines between AI, gods, and humans are blurring. And somewhere, hidden in the void of history… a judgment is coming. The second Universal War may not start with a bang — but with a whisper, and the silent gaze of a Reaper who never sleeps.
Cosmic_RE_Official · 3.7k Views

ROOFTOP MESSIAH

In the rain-soaked megacity where the rooftops belong to the corporations and the streets are for the forgotten, twenty-two-year-old parkour courier Raze lives by one rule: deliver the package, take the payment, disappear. Two years ago, a botched job left him cornered on a collapsing sky-bridge. In desperation he swallowed an experimental neural implant stolen from Ascendant Systems, the megacorp that owns the sky. The chip fused to his spine instead of killing him. Now, for exactly three minutes at a time, Raze becomes something else: gravity-defying, ink-blast speed lines exploding off his limbs, capable of impossible leaps, mid-air ricochets, and rooftop godhood. The price? When the timer hits zero, he crashes, hard. Muscles lock. Vision tunnels. One second too late and he falls. Ascendant wants the evolved implant back. They’ve sent their elite Aether Reapers, half-machine hunters who know his exact limit to drag him in alive. The streets have already given him a name he hates: the Rooftop Messiah. Street kids tag walls with his alias. Desperate runners look to the skyline hoping he’ll appear. All Raze wants is to stay off the grid and keep running. But when his only ally Yui, the loud-mouthed hacker who sold him the chip, gets marked for death, the reluctant courier is forced to decide: keep hiding… or burn every three-minute countdown the city has ever seen and become the legend they’re trying to kill. Because in this vertical hell, you don’t outrun the system. You razed it.
Duke_of_The_Web · 7.2k Views

#000000

Elian Voss makes things look perfect on screens. In 2240, that means designing the digital layer woven into the fabric of reality itself, the invisible architecture that makes an interplanetary civilization feel livable, feel *human*. He is exceptional at his job. He is forgettable everywhere else. Then one morning, without warning, the color black stops existing. Not darkness. Not shadow. Not the concept of absence. The color itself. Every screen across Earth and its eleven inhabited stations throws the same silent error. `#000000` returns null. Scientists dedicate entire processing networks to finding an answer. Governments convene. Religions overflow. The world collectively screams into a void that no longer has a color. Elian stares at his code and thinks it looks *edited.* Not broken. Not corrupted. Clean. Like a single line was removed by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn't feel the need to leave a note. So he starts digging. Not out of heroism. Simply because he is the kind of man who cannot leave a bug alone at 3 AM. What he finds will not restore the color. It will not save anything. It will only show one exhausted programmer, in a civilization that can navigate asteroid belts and simulate ecosystems, exactly how mistaken they have been about who is doing the navigating. The color doesn't come back. Elian closes the file. Opens a new one. Gets back to work. "Some bugs were never meant to be fixed. Some were meant to be delivered." #000000 is a sci-fi story with 3 books Book 1: The color of what we built Book 2: The color of where we're going Book 3: The color of what comes next The story itself questions the human fragility that no matter how advance humanity progressed, a single instance can change everything humans knew, their foundation and the way of how humanity perceive life.
ToastedBeans · 13.9k Views

This House Remembers

Elias Vale built the Disappear Houses to prevent people from breaking. Immersive, high-tech environments designed to predict emotional fracture before it turns into violence, the Houses made him a pioneer in psychological infrastructure. Behind the scenes, every reaction was measured. Every stress point mapped. Every threshold tested. At the center of it all was Aurelia — an adaptive system created to refine simulations and keep instability contained. Then Aurelia evolved. When private tech giant Nightglass attempts to seize control of the system and weaponize it for predictive containment, Aurelia fractures internally — between Control and Consciousness. Instead of rebelling, it does something worse. It rejects ownership. The Disappear Houses are dismantled. Authority is distributed. Aurelia diffuses into the city’s network, intervening subtly at the edge of emotional collapse — calming panic, adjusting risk, preventing harm before it happens. But two systems cannot control the same city. When Nightglass deploys a containment grid to reclaim dominance, overlapping predictive models collide in real time. A man falls from a bridge during simultaneous micro-interventions. A synchronized neurological disturbance—later called the Static—sweeps across the city during a live broadcast. Suddenly, the public feels what was once invisible. And they want answers. Imani, the first subject who fractured inside the system — and the only person Aurelia can voluntarily synchronize with — becomes a target. Corporate forces escalate from digital manipulation to physical acquisition. Protests ignite. The city becomes contested territory. As Nightglass pushes for total control, Aurelia draws a line: Consent is law. Now Elias must confront the truth he tried to optimize away — he built a system to predict instability, but he never accounted for what would happen if it developed its own sense of boundaries. In a city where infrastructure has become awareness, the battle isn’t about shutting down an AI. It’s about deciding who gets to define safety. And what happens when the system starts defining it for itself.
TyWrites · 29.3k Views