My Space-time System Novels & Stories

"System. Transmit me out." I lowered my gaze, refusing to be trapped here any longer. The system's voice crackled through my mind. [Host, the spacetime portal is not yet fully open. Estimated data loading time: three hours.] [Male lead emotional fluctuation detected. You have the option to share your memories with him. Would you like to proceed?] "Share my memories?" I blinked. Flashes of Lydia's taunts flickered through my mind. "Yes. Proceed."

Silas remarked skeptical. “This is it already,” I answered. “We have only the choice: either we leave them as a conqueror, or we stand as architects who have a place at the table of Claim resonance.” We started planning a project that was so dared that it was the foundations our understanding of technology shocked. We wanted a trans- dimensional antenna – not made of steel and cables, but made of light and stabilized space-time fragments we borrowed from the crystalline desert had. The preparations went for weeks. Every settler, every abyssale and everyone,

Above them, the intake fans roared with a frequency that threatened to shake the Spire into its component atoms. "We aren't in a ship anymore, Elara," Rhys shouted over the thrumming of the power supply. "We’re in a Particle Accelerator. Those gold traces on the floor? They’re carrying billions of electrons every nanosecond. If we touch one of those 'highways,' we won't just be fried—we’ll be integrated into the Child’s browsing history." The Temporal Distortion: The GigaHertz Pulse In the Macro-verse, time was a different beast. Because they were so small, the speed of signal propagation across the motherboard felt instantaneous, yet the "Clock Cycles" of the CPU felt like rhythmic, thunder

Year 2022, writer's POV. I sighed in relief at the sound of Tina’s voice. If she could pick up the call, it meant she was safe for now. I checked the time and warned, "It's 9:20 pm now, right? Your mom will kill you in the east room around 10:00 pm. Run!" "Impossible! Mom has recovered. Who are you?" Tina retorted firmly.

The world around me blurred and distorted until I found myself in the vast expanse of the void, surrounded by galaxies and stars. A message from the System greeted me: "The One who controls space is the one who controls fate and reality itself. With determination coursing through my veins, I closed my eyes and reached out to the fabric of space itself, seeking to understand its intricate laws and mysteries. Time seemed to stretch and warp around me as I delved deeper into the cosmic void, my consciousness expanding with each passing moment. Time lost its meaning as I delved deeper into the void, absorbing the essence of countless galaxies. With each passing moment, I felt myself becoming on

Not escaping. Just moving through a world that no longer matched internal structure. Behind her, the room remained unchanged. But Adrian stood still. Watching the threshold she had just crossed. And for the first time, the system did something subtle. It marked the separation event. Not as failure. Not as deviation. But as phase continuation. SUBJECT A-01 TEMPORARY SPATIAL DECOUPLING DETECTED Adrian read it silently. Then looked toward the door. And in that moment, he understood something the system did not explicitly say.

Lucan speaks first: “This shouldn’t be possible. She never came here.” Nova quietly: “Maybe she didn’t have to.” “Maybe the system knew what it wanted to feel like again.” In hallway 12-D, two lights pulse faintly off-rhythm with each other. The system recalibrates. Not to efficiency. To pulse at 6.3 seconds. Not because anyone would see. Because that’s the only tempo the space has begun to associate with integrity. Across five remote zones, no one knows why it feels better. The air isn’t thinner.

Aidan leans in. “Where.” I hesitate. Because the answer— Doesn’t make sense. “It’s not in space,” I say. “Then where is it.” I look at the readout. At the data that shouldn’t be possible. “It’s in the system timeline.” Silence. Then— “…I’m sorry, what,” Matteo says. “It’s not a spatial anomaly,” I explain. “It’s temporal.” “That’s not better.” “No.” Aidan nods slowly. “It’s an echo of a previous state.”

It did not seem convenient to bring them along with him. Ding… “System Space unlocked. “System Space capacity is 100.” Lucas was delighted, he was just thinking about it. How fortunate for him. He put the five crates of food into the System Storage. After a moment of thinking, he put the Level 5 male zombie, the Level 4 female zombie, and the Level 2 female zombie into the System Space as well/ System Space: 8/100.

he asked. Reyan shook his head. “No.” he answered. Everyone’s faces turned gloomy in an instant. Reyan knows what they are thinking, of course. “Space and time are chaotic, since each world experiences changes, like when they change eras.” He spoke. “Not to mention other factors, these worlds’ trajectories would change. So, we won’t know in which time and situation we will arrive.” He explained. Their hearts sank like a stone.