Volume 01 – The Awakening of The Legendary King is on Amazon,
Volume 02 – The Dream Realm of Empress Mary is totally free on Webnovel (on-going)
Beside Amazon, the paperback versions of Vol 01 are being listed in major booksellers around the world (Hatchards, Foyles, Walmart Education K12, Books-a-million,…) and expanded in major booksellers in some countries US, UK, Asia, EU, LATAM, South Africa and India
Publish plan on Royal Road
Volume 01: Chap 1 -3 will be here for sampling. After 31 May 2026, all chaps of Vol 01 will be here after end term with KDP Select to escape from Exclusive requirements. Please show empathy if any impact on your reading experience and let me know if any concerns.
Volume 02: will be here for free reading and on-going
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Chapter 1: Dream
Something stirred in the vast silence of the universe.
After tens of thousands of years, a cosmic entity awakened—drawn from its ancient slumber by a sudden, brilliant flare of light. It existed beyond time, beyond even eternity itself. And as the drifting haze of stardust parted before its gaze, it noticed something unusual.
A spark.
Small. Fragile. Burning brightly on a distant planet called Puresight.
The entity smiled.
And so, the story began.
In the seaside village of Hope, sunlight filtered gently through swaying coconut palms. Seagulls cried overhead, their voices blending with the steady rhythm of the waves. A warm, salty breeze brushed across Long's face like a whispered promise.
The fourteen-year-old boy lay sprawled on the sand, eyes half-closed, a faded green jacket draped loosely over his chest. His dark hair, tied in a high ponytail, shifted in the wind. He loved moments like this—when the world felt small, simple, and his.
He had never known his biological parents. Since infancy, he had been raised by Mother Huong, the village's oldest and most revered shaman. Whenever he asked about his origins, she would only shake her head, a distant shadow passing through her eyes. The villagers avoided the subject entirely. In time, Long learned to stop asking.
Still, somewhere deep inside, he believed the truth would find him one day.
A gentle weight settled against his chest.
Long opened his eyes and smiled.
Dreamy.
The small AI Witch was shaped like a dog, with curly polymer fur and soft silicone skin. Its black eyes shimmered with surprising warmth and intelligence. To outsiders, it resembled nothing more than a mechanical Poodle. But beneath that harmless exterior rested real magic.
In Puresight, AI Witches were not mere machines. They were companions—created to channel a magical energy known as EN into spells and protection. Across the world, humans, wizards, and mythical creatures alike relied on EN for everything: food, property, power.
Long had almost none of it.
Life in a poor fishing village meant constant struggle. Yet he never complained. He helped mend boats, carried heavy nets, and assisted neighbors without expecting payment. The villagers adored him for it—the kindhearted boy who stubbornly believed that one day their world would become as beautiful as the name of their village: Hope.
Then, everything changed.
Mother Huong fell ill.
The sickness came suddenly, without warning. No one recognized it. Long ran from house to house, pleading with doctors and shamans alike, but each visit ended the same way—lowered eyes and quiet headshakes.
The peaceful days along Hope's shore slipped away like receding tide.
Inside their small wooden home, Long sat beside her bed. His eyes were swollen from sleepless nights. Tears fell soundlessly, each one matching the fragile rhythm of her breathing.
Mother Huong lay pale and thin against the pillow, her silver hair fanned out like faded silk. The woman who once greeted every sunrise with a radiant smile now struggled to keep her eyes open. Upon her forehead, the glowing mark that had long symbolized the village's pride flickered weakly, its light slowly dissolving into nothing.
She was wrapped in an old crimson fox pelt, clinging to warmth—and to life.
Outside, villagers gathered in silence. No one dared speak. Grief hung thick in the air.
The village chief stepped inside, his voice unsteady.
"Long… how is she?"
Long shook his head. "I don't know. There has to be a way to save her."
The chief closed his eyes briefly. "We've tried everything, son."
A faint voice rasped from the bed.
"Come closer… my dear boy. You and Dreamy."
Long scooped Dreamy into his arms and knelt beside her. Mother Huong lifted trembling hands and pulled them both into a fragile embrace.
Dreamy stared at her, utterly still.
"I want to pass something to it," she whispered. "A fragment of my magic. I hope it can learn it… before my strength fades."
Her palm pressed gently against Dreamy's forehead.
Light erupted.
Brilliant gold filled the room, so intense it swallowed every shadow. For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause. Then the glow vanished, leaving behind a lingering shimmer in the air—like an ancient seal newly awakened.
The village chief inhaled sharply.
"That light… I've seen it once before. I never thought I would again."
He turned to Long, urgency replacing sorrow.
"If she could do that, then there may still be one last chance. The legends speak of the AI King Witch. They say it holds the ultimate healing magic… even the power to restore life."
Silence fell.
The AI King Witch was myth—an impossibility spoken only in desperate whispers.
But Long tightened his grip around Mother Huong's cold hand. Determination burned through his tears.
"I'll go," he said firmly. "Dreamy and I will find the AI King Witch. Just hold on, Mom. Please."
Dreamy's eyes flashed once more. For the briefest instant, a strange golden symbol shimmered within them before fading away.
No one noticed.
Except Mother Huong.
She gave Dreamy a knowing smile, as though entrusting it with something far greater than magic. Then she looked at Long—the boy she loved as her own—and memorized his face one last time.
By morning, Long was ready to leave.
The village chief rested a hand on his shoulder.
"I believe in you. Hope believes in you. Come back safely."
Long nodded and offered a faint smile. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and farewell.
With Dreamy at his side, he stepped beyond the edge of the village, carrying a promise heavy in his chest.
"Watch out for Witchiecoop!" the chief suddenly called after him.
Long did not turn around.
He did not hesitate.
The adventure had begun.