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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 · 21.5k Views

Solar Ascension

Nox always had a dream, he wanted to see the sun without the hazy pollution fog that constantly hung above the slums, he also wanted a chance at becoming a Solar knight, the selected few that were granted a Helion Core and the chance to stand against the monsters known as Eclipsed. But for someone born and raised in the gutters of Aureum, dreams like that were nothing more than fantasies. The Academy, the shining heart of the Solar Confederacy, was a world reserved for the privileged — not for rats scraping through metal heaps for a handful of credits. Until a tier 2 Eclipsed suddenly attacked the slums and by some miracle, Nox found himself alive and in the hands of a crazy teacher at the academy. Now, under the watch of a definitely half-mad Academy instructor who seems far too interested in him, Nox finds himself walking through the gates of the Solar Academy — the very place he once thought unreachable. He doesn’t know it yet, but his survival wasn’t luck. It was the beginning of something far greater. Something that could change Aureum forever. *** Extra chapters and mass releases: 100 power stones = 2 Extra chapters. 50 Golden Tickets= 4 Extra chapters. Magic Castle = Mass Release for seven days (3 chapters per day.) Spacecraft = Mass release for 14 days (3 chapters per day.) Golden Gachapon = mass release for for a whole month (3 chapters per day). Note: Extra chapters can be stacked, but won't exceed 30 per week (including normal releases)..
Nova_Lister · 249.6k Views

A forgotten World

UnderCity is a sprawling cyberpunk city that exists in perpetual twilight, shrouded by thick clouds that block out the sun. Its streets are illuminated by a cold, eerie glow from massive holographic billboards and flickering neon lights. The architecture is jagged and assymetrical, as if the city grew organically, layer upon layer, without any thought for aesthetics. The population is diverse, ranging from humans with heavy cybernetic augmentations to dragonborn, tieflings dwarves elves and others that even include AI-driven androids that blur the line between man and machine. At the heart of the city lies the Obsidian Spire, a towering, black monolith that pulsates faintly with an unsettling energy. It's said to house the city's governing AI, CoreBorn, which has ensured order for decades through its omnipresent surveillance and predictive algorithms. People have accepted this as the price of safety in an otherwise chaotic world. The lower districts, known as the undercurrents, are a network of cramped alleys and underground markets where outlaws, hackers, and rogue inventors thrive. It's a dangerous place, but also where innovation flourishes unchecked. The upper districts are pristine and eerily quiet, home to the city's elite who seem almost disconnected from reality. Despite its technological marvels, UnderCity has a pervasive sense of unease - a city haunted by something unseen. In the dank alleys of the undercurrents, where every tiefling looked the same, Tregorashe was an immediate anomaly. His horns didn't just sit there; they shimmired with a faint, bioluminescent green glow. It was a side effect of his peculiar connection to the Flux, an unpredictable energy field that coalesces in the city's forgotten corners. The undercurrents were both a harsh playground and a relentless curse. He was abandoned as an infant, growing up under the care of "Grimleaf," an eccentric druid-coder known for hacking the old environmental controls just to revive a few struggling patches of green. Grimleaf instructed Tregorashe in the delicate balance between technology and nature that defined UnderCity's forgotten past - a harmony lost to the neon-lit, metal-strewn present. It was from the elder that Tregorashe truly learnt to command the Flux, not through sterile machinery, but via sheer vorce of will and a deep, intuitive resonance. While he absorbed much of Grimleaf's ancient wisdom, an inexplicable wildness thrummed beneath Tregorashe's calm surface. It was during one of his deeper explorations that Tregorashe chanced upon it: a massive, techno-organic root system that bled into an uncharted layer of UnderCity. It pulsed with a faint, otherworldly life. Standing before it, he was engulfed by an overwhelming surge of the Flux, which flooded his mind with fragmented visions. He saw a past version of the city, alive and thriving before CoreBorn bagan its cold, sterile reign. Yet, within those glimpses, he perceived something more unsettling -a shadowy presence, a spectral entity that haunted UnderCity's very core. It blinked in and out of his awareness like static, too broken to be understood, but chilling him to the bone all the same. Grimleaf had warned him against disturbing things that lay in shadow. Days later, the old druid simply vanished, leaving behind only a series of cryptic warnings scrawled across hacked holo-screens. Tregorashe immediately understood the message: a warning and a summons. Whatever the shadowy presence was, it seemed tied to the string of peculiar disappearances plaguing the city, and somehow, to him. He couldn't shake the growing conviction that the Flux had chosen him for a purpose he was only just beginning to grasp. Tregorashe now Traverses UnderCity alone, a solitary figure with no affiliation to the Syndicate or the upper districts. He feels a rising certainty, however, that he is caught in the crosshairs of forces far beyond his understanding.
SJ_Grobler_6124 · 6k 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 · 19.3k Views

First Star: I Become God Emperor Of A Galactic Empire

The galaxy was not ruled by gods. Until the empire decided it needed one. Cornelius 'Orn' Reese, the youngest admiral in Aegean history, was never meant to live long. As the son of the Grand Imperator, his life was a political resource—spent the moment it became convenient. That moment came when he was married to the Grand Princess of the Aegean Empire, elder twin to the Emperor, a living oracle whose psionic Far Sight allows her to glimpse the patterns of the future. She is revered as a holy figure. She is rumored to be cursed. And she has outlived twenty-six husbands. Orn was meant to be the twenty-seventh. When assassination comes—and fails—the empire scrambles to contain the fallout. To preserve stability, the Grand Princess and the Empress Dowager rewrite the truth: Orn did not survive by chance. He survived because he was chosen. A divine son who endured unseen enemies through overwhelming psionic will. The lie takes root. The people believe. Bound by propaganda, trapped in a marriage designed to kill him, and forced to take a rival from his academy days as a concubine to secure his father’s legacy, Orn is promoted rather than buried. Given command of a single frigate, he is sent to the Stellaris Cluster—a relic-choked frontier where empires test their young and discard their failures. There, Orn builds his force from pariahs, survivors, and political refuse. As ancient powers awaken and war intensifies, the myth surrounding him begins to grow faster than the empire can control. The throne was never meant for him. But the stars are already kneeling.
Anone · 15.5k Views