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Before I begin, let me tell you a story. There was a woman writer from Alabama who lived in long-term poverty. What tormented her far more than poverty itself was that the works she had poured her heart and soul into were completely ignored by the world. Until the day she died and was buried in an unmarked grave, both she and her writings were invisible—like air. More than a decade after her death, her book Their Eyes Were Watching God suddenly exploded into recognition. Her

I’ve been running a writer’s account on X for several months now. As the algorithm began feeding me more and more posts from Western authors, I started noticing a phenomenon I simply couldn’t make sense of. They often post questions like, “What’s the most important thing for a writer?” with “creative freedom” prominently listed as an option. Or “If you had creative freedom, would you…?” The impression I get is that Western writers genuinely believe they lack creative freedom

I’ve decided to extract four chapters from *God Code* and expand them into a standalone side work. These chapters total roughly 80,000 words, covering a thirty‑year narrative and extending the V‑Universe’s historical backdrop by more than a millennium. At its core, the story follows ordinary people living in a special, distorted era— people whose cognition was forcibly twisted, and how they eventually awakened. My plan is to enrich and extend these chapters into a V‑Univer

Based on the Nikkei report: https://x.com/nikkei/status/2044941295890702697 It’s unfortunate, but this news simply exposes the reality everyone has been avoiding. AI was never competing with individual writers. It is rewriting the rules of the entire creative ecosystem through industrial‑scale production. Works born from soul, struggle, and time are now forced to compete for visibility against texts generated in seconds— and it’s a one‑versus‑many battle. For original cre

These past weeks, most of my time has been spent moving between the tax office, the ward office, the bank, and various administrative counters. Stacks of documents, forms to fill out one after another, phone reservations, waiting in line, repeating the same explanations… Every time I stepped out of a building, I felt as if I had retreated from a long battle, unsure where “victory” was supposed to be. And when I returned home, I was met with the frustration of a manuscript tha

I’ve noticed that discussions about AI‑generated content on X have split into two predictable camps: the opponents and the supporters. If I had to choose, I lean toward the supporters—but only conditionally. Before humanity entrusts the Earth, or its own survival, to AI, we must confront an uncomfortable truth: human nature, at its worst, will inevitably weaponize AI to violate the rights and interests of others. That is why we need preemptive legislation, not post‑collapse r

I hand‑crafted an optical universe that responds to a writer’s working state, and I dedicate this universe to everyone who writes quietly in the dark. It is a digital cosmos that can be triggered and altered by the keyboard. Every keystroke ignites a spark of starlight at the edge of space, and that light travels across the vast structure before fading into the depths of the void. When you slack off, the universe grows dim and silent; when you surge with energy, the universe