Customized System Novels & Stories

The room fell into an eerie silence after my daring escape from the abandoned construction site. As I caught my breath, I directed my attention back to the System interface, eager to explore the possibilities that lay within its enigmatic features. "Is this everything the System offers?" I inquired, my curiosity unabated. "Yes, if you want to access more System features, you will have to level up to Master rank cultivation," the System responded matter-of-factly. "Master rank cultivation? Can you explain all the cultivation ranks to me?" I queried, realizing I had much to learn about the intricacies of this newfound power.

I cut a slice of the strawberry cake while Arabella went on and on about the blueprint for the future. Out of nowhere, a long-absent voice boomed in my head. “It’s been a while, Player.” Arabella caught my split-second hesitation. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. Something just came to mind. You should mingle with the guests. I’ll be there in a bit.” Once she was far, I answered in my mind, “System? Why are you back?” “I came to say goodbye.” The System’s voice sounded a lot more grounded than before. “Headquarters adopted your suggestion, and we are running a comprehensive upgrade. The assigned targets are no longer limited to main characters in future missions. Players will be free to make their

If one day the System's sophisticated AI turned crazy, entire star systems might get embroiled into war. The System in fact always addressed him as a user, not an owner. It acted as if Ves was just one client who conveniently picked it on the ground. If Ves' father hadn't given him the data chip, the System might have found a way to get its chip transported to some other person with the traits it preferred. This insecurity made Ves question if the System was using him rather than the other way around.

' Alex thought. [This is the system I designed. Consider it a present. Although the system you're using is adequate, it's not powerful enough. Not only does my system have multiple intercepts, but it also has a loop. The attacker's IP address will be tracked if the system is attacked again. Until the attack ends, the system will begin to counterattack, preventing the attacker from exploiting it.] Alex typed. Even in the international market, few people can build this system, and even fewer can afford it.

Somehow I felt like someone impersonated themselves as this system and talked to me. {What is SP?} I ask the system in my mind. [SP is the system point. You can use it to purchase any knowledge in this universe no matter what it is or how strong it is.] Now the system mechanical voice returns to normal without tone and emotion, just like the first time it’s spoken to me. But, What kind of knowledge does this system have? {Show me the list of all the knowledge you have} I ask the system. [Commencing command]

"The System tracks everything. Every creature you kill, every mission you complete, every credit you earn. It's not optional, Lucille. From the moment you arrived here, you were automatically enrolled." I looked between them, feeling lost. "Credits?" "Currency," Amon explained. "You kill anomalies, you get credits. Credits buy you food, shelter, equipment, and medical care. Everything you need to survive. But it's not just about money; it's about advancement. The System has stages and levels of progression that determine what kind of missions you can take and what kind of creatures you can face." "And if I don't want to participate?" The look Amon gave me was almost pitying. "Then you die. M

In the third year, Alva grew up as a young woman. Right now I really want to go crazy, this artificial intelligence still has nothing like the Alva that I know of. With no other choice, I had to steal the data hidden in Pandora's box to build Alva's personality.

But because it had already learned: You don’t pace a woman like Eden Vale. You let her pace become infrastructure. Monitors lit in her periphery not full glow. Ambient tones. Text scaled up not because she requested it, but because she no longer had to. system feed updated silently: :: PRIMARY USER ENTERED – SYSTEM CHAMBER 4 :: CALIBRATION LEVEL: COMPLETED :: USER INTERFACE: UNFILTERED :: COMMENT: USER’S PRESENCE MATCHES DEFAULT PULSE. NO RECONFIGURATION NECESSARY. SYSTEM ALIGNMENT MATCHED AT ORIGIN.

But well, I do not want to disclose anything to him. "Well, our system has been tampered with once, and it might get tampered with again in the future. So we do not want to take a risk; hence, we want the best security system possible, Miss Sarah Rose." Mr. Johnson finishes this while smiling. Well, then, you must change the entire system, and we will create the whole new software for your company. Would it be ok with you, Mr. Johnson?" I asked, looking at him. He looked toward Mr. Hudson, looked back towards me, and said, Well, that will not be any problem with us, mam".

The organization made contact on day three. Not through Mercer. Not through Mae or any channel Alina had anticipated or prepared for. Through the system. She was in the garage running circuit analysis on the Silverton profile when the standard interface dissolved without warning and was replaced by something she had never seen before. Not the raw text format the system used for urgent notifications. Something entirely different. A clean white interface with no borders and no system branding and a single line of text centered in the middle of it.