Author Of Re Zero Novels & Stories

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

The man's name is Zero. He is Zero, who initially used the services of Zeva as his photographer during his vacation in the Land of the Ice Shards, aka Canada. He is Zero, who just introduced his name to Zeva, but has immediately dared to ask Zeva to take care of her heart for him alone without explaining what kind of relationship they are in.

“Well then. I just hope that you are prepared, Arius.” Taunting him, yet he likes it to be that way as he never had any fear in his life after dealing with HIM and becoming the death reaper in his book and world. They both finally step out and into the light, as a book is drawn, welcomes them in return with the title and the truth that reads. “Shinzo Dimension.” With the world and not just an ordinary book, but the very beginning and the original one. The pages flip as the words echo.

Orange light bled across the skyline in thin strips, and the streets below were still quiet, still unhurried, the whole city existing in that brief window before the day remembered its urgency. Valerie had no such luxury. She had 365 days. Maybe less. She opened her phone and created a new note, private, password locked, titled simply: RR. Rewrite. Reclaim. Ruin. She had not decided which word fit best yet. Perhaps all three. She began typing. Poultry, location, startup cost, supplier contacts. Feed mill collaboration window: eight months. Inheritance, do not sign. Do not sign anything. Secure legal advice quietly. Anthony's weakness: ego, fear of his father's disapproval, obsession with app

The perfect script he thought he had secured with his second chance at life collapsed completely in that moment. He stared at me, his eyes burning with disbelief and resentment. The so-called main character halo he thought belonged to him looked painfully fragile in the face of real ability and real achievements. The floating comments froze for a moment. Then, they exploded. [What the hell just happened?] [First place in a national coding championship? And he gets to pick any top university he wants?] [Wait… Brian? The fake heir? The one who was supposed to go to some no-name college?] [My brain can't process this twist…]

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

Kaelen roared, his bronze-lines flaring with a defensive, golden heat. ​A figure appeared on the hull of the ring-station. It was a man, but his body was made of the same Translucent-Lead as the station, his heart a miniature version of the violet-fire in the center. He was the Zero-Architect, the man who had designed the Black Bloom before humanity even knew what a "Directorate" was. ​The Philosophy of the Void

defending author, Zera