Arc 5 Re:zero Novels & Stories

In fact, he was certain that was the only reason he and Chelsea’s plan worked. No sane man would finish off his wife and kid in exchange for some bitch just released from jail based on a memory of your college relationship. But then again, Chelsea was a master of words. He had to give it to her, whatever she said or did to David worked. Marcel adjusted his Rolex in satisfaction. “Yes, sure! 50 million is in my account. Conveniently like you found the video on Tamara’s phone. Doesn’t this scream planned to you?!” Fifty Million Dollars?!

Crash! They both stood still as they stared at the broken vase on the floor, its contents spilled out. Erin's eyes went cold immediately and Amelia started shivering. Shit! "Damn it!" He growled as he saw the bastard approaching them. What the fuck is a vase doing here of all places. Not having time to think about such a mistake, Erin dragged the lady in his arms down the gloomy street hiding from one alley to the other as the angry roar of engines trails off behind them.

◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ A P L A Y E R H A S B E E N E L I M I N A T E D ───※ · Student No. 5 - Spencer Sinclair · ※─── ⌧ Team : Scarlet Ravens ⌧ Role : The Archer ⌧ House Represented : Stonemaskers & Wanderlusters ⌧ Death Location : Crypts of Bone ⌧ Death Time & Day : 5:10 P.M, 2nd Day ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢ I remain, sitting in this dim corner, the concrete floor cold against my legs. Now as Spencer's name glowed before ours, our realization intensified as we thought we are mere pawns in this game, our lives worth as much as the flickering fluorescent lights that barely illuminate the gloom.

Achilles POV I can feel the moment Sophia pulled my energy and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that my mate is well, that she is conscious and that is already a great victory for me, because every second we stand still, unable to do anything, is agony. A few minutes later, the side door opened and I saw Azrik enter alone, he looked at Gáta who, before he could say anything, disappeared in a small purplish-green cloud.

His dad stands stiff beside her, arms crossed, eyes tracking Arc’s every move with laser precision. The resemblance between them is uncanny. The same jawline. The same furrowed brow when they’re concentrating. I force myself to keep watching the game. Arc is fast. Not just athlete fast. Supernatural fast. He moves like a storm in human form - calculated chaos wrapped in black and gold. And for a second, I almost forget everything. Until the final whistle blows. The crowd erupts. Players swarm the field. Arc’s eyes find mine across the bleachers. He doesn’t smile, but he nods once and gestures for me to come.

Only the silence of a thousand hearts that didn't beat. "My name is **Unit R-01**," the double said. "But for the sake of the ledger, you may call me **Remnant**. And I am here to facilitate the transition of the remaining organic matter into the Archive." "Organic matter?" I spat, stepping up beside the real Rowan. I was trembling, the weight of the "Reboot" still making my head swim. I felt frail, stripped of the violet fire that had defined me for so long. "You’re talking about people. Families. Pups who have just seen the sun for the first time."

When Luca and Vivian were driven out of the territory, both of them were stunned. The moment they saw Marco seated in the Boss’s chair, Luca could not stop himself from shouting curses before his mouth was covered and he was dragged away. Vivian stared blankly at him on the main seat, and at me standing by his side, as if all the life had been drained from her. "This isn't right! Why did it turn out like this? After living again, my life is even worse. This is so unfair!" She rushed toward me without caring about anything. "Julia, die! Let us die again. This time, I will not choose the wrong option!"

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

The mountain itself seemed to be waking to the intrusion, groaning under the weight of so many unwelcome footsteps. Caleb muttered darkly, “I officially miss normal wars.” Aria stepped toward the center of the platform. The moment she crossed the outer ring of symbols, the entire chamber reacted. Light surged through the carvings beneath her feet, racing along ancient lines like living fire. The underground river surrounding the platform began glowing brighter, illuminating the cavern in pale white-blue light that reflected off the crystalline walls. Then the mark on Aria’s wrist ignited. Ryan felt the impact of it through the bond immediately: a wave of heat, raw power, and crushing pressur

Marcus leaned toward the screen. “You’re interfering again.” Zero’s calm voice came through the speakers. “I told you.” Marcus frowned. “Told me what?” Zero replied quietly. “This isn’t your game anymore.” Inside the penthouse Leo smiled faintly. “He’s rewriting the grid.” Daniel looked confused. “Good or bad?” Leo answered slowly. “I’m not sure yet.” The city map flickered. Marcus’s control lines began disconnecting one by one. Marcus slammed his hand against the console. “You think that stops me?”