Elita X Optimus Novels & Stories

As a child of Lerian, Elara's greatest fear was losing control of her children one day, repeating the dark chapter of her own past. However, that fear seemed far-fetched now. Her children, the twins Daphne and Caspia, were not only blessed with extraordinary strength and powers but also exhibited remarkable control over them from a young age. Elara often wondered how they had mastered their Lerian abilities so quickly. She suspected it might be due to the immense strength and power bestowed upon Damian by the emperor, a legacy possibly passed down to their children. Yet, what puzzled her the most was why the twins possessed powers similar to Ezekiel's.

"You're a **Holographic Admin**. You're the 'Ultimate Customer Support' program! You're just another 'Julian' with a different skin!" The woman began to flicker. Her silver coat turned into static. Her grey eyes turned into blue screens. "Kaima... take... the... chair..." her voice glitched, sounding like a distorted recording. "It... is... the... only... way... to... maximize... user... retention..." "Elara! Leo!" I screamed. "She’s a distraction! She’s the 'Final Boss' meant to make me give up voluntarily! The Reformat isn't for the world—it’s for **Her**! She’s the virus!"

“You’re children fighting over the shape of a wound while the world watches it bleed. Neither of you can change what was done. But you can choose what becomes of it.” Benita swallowed hard. “You think we can fix this?” “I think you can build from it,” Elara said. “You came here to talk to me? Then sit. Stop fighting with each other.” Cillian looked at Benita. She didn’t look away this time. Elara poured tea for herself, then for them. “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to vouch for me as the CEO of Bellington Industries.” Benita said, breathing heavy. “I doubt I have such power…” Elara replied, “I’m only an outcast.”

Rui wasn’t very optimistic about the team’s chances in this group battle. “Your luck still stinks!” Burke’s mood soured again, glaring at Cole. “You got a dog’s face or something? Flipping so quickly?” Cole rolled his eyes, clearly uninterested in arguing. “Let’s strategize,” Rui suggested. The group huddled together to discuss. Cole began by briefing them on Elisa’s team. Team leader Elisa was a hybrid esper with both physical enhancement and mental manipulation powers. She enhanced her physical abilities, particularly strength and speed, through sheer willpower. Despite her cute, innocent appearance, she was extremely brutal in battle.

The Psychological Stand-off "Isabella, listen to me," Elara said, ignoring the tactical drones now emerging from the shadows to point their weapons at her. "I know you're in there. I know you remember the night we burned the Ledger. You told me you wanted to be more than a Thorne. You wanted to be free." "Freedom is an inefficient variable," the Isabella-Voice replied. The drones hummed, their targeting lasers painting red dots on Elara’s chest. "Optimization requires the removal of the Self."

“You think you can defeat us that easily? You underestimate the power of our bond.” Elara chuckles darkly, her gaze fixed on Xander as she taunts him with her words. “Ah, Xander, always so confident,” she sneers, her voice laced with malice. “But your precious bond won't save you this time. I've drained enough of your power to ensure that.” Xander's jaw clenches with determination as he raises his hand, summoning his own power to confront Elara head-on. “We'll see about that,” he retorts, his voice tinged with defiance as he unleashes a wave of energy towards her.

They were tethered. ​The Revisionists have begun the "Correction" of Elara, and the Ninth Peak is dissolving into dust. But the thousands of scrap-ships outside are all tuned to Elara’s broadcast frequency. Can she use the collective noise of the "Error Fleet" to drown out the Revisionists’ internal code, or will she be the first "Optimized" citizen of the new, silent order?

“As for the Jademora Empire, Lyla was exhausted. She had suffered a lot. It’s reasonable for her to take a rest. So, I plan to let Rebella be in charge with Xatia as her assistant!” Then, James looked at Yegor and Lady Herodias. “As for the Skynet…” “I’m tired too.” Xitlaly said, “I need to rest. I give up on my work. I don’t want to do it. Whoever wants to do it can do it.” Then, she glared at Truett. “What about you?” “Uh… About this…” Truett looked at his parents awkwardly. “With my parents around, the Skynet should be fine.”

humans. But as Silas opened his jaws to roar a challenge, a figure stepped out from the shadows of a crashed bus. It was Elora. But she wasn't the "Poster Girl" anymore. Her skin was a solid, glowing "Silver-Crest" white, and her eyes were two cold, dead suns of "Standardized Logic." "The Alpha is a 'Low-Value Asset'," Elora announced, her voice a sound of tectonic plates grinding. "The 'Format' requires his 'Deletion' to finalize the 'New Genome'."

"You are lying." "I am not," Elara said. "And I will stop you and Viktor from destroying the supernatural world." Victoria's eyes narrowed. "You think you can stop us? You are just a weak omega." "I am not weak," Elara said. "And I am not an omega. I am the Chosen One." With that, Elara unleashed her power, a silver light emanating from her hands. Victoria stumbled back, her eyes wide with fear. "You are powerful," she said, her voice trembling.