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]

I knew the secret now—but how was I supposed to expose it? Smash the wall open? No. That would only put me in the same humiliating situation as before, letting him twist the story and paint me as mentally unstable. Staring at the markings on the blueprint, a plan slowly formed in my mind. I spent several days preparing. Then I procured a special type of smoke compound—completely harmless, but with an incredibly strong odor, like sulfur mixed with rotten eggs. Even the faintest leak would fill a sealed space instantly. Another Wednesday evening passed. Marc texted to say the new line was entering final review. He and the core designers would be working late, and I shouldn't wait for him.

Seeing that the both of them finally had a common topic to talk about, Chris grinned and silently excused himself from the room. Anthony walked to the sofa and poured Charmine a glass of water, inviting her to sit. After she was seated, Anthony continued, “OBN had already taken into account the problems you’re concerned about. Last year, we spent the year evolving the system into the sixth-generation artificial intelligent system, no longer relying on controllers or the phone app.

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.

"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