Bleach 0 Division Novels & Stories

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

I could taste iron on my tongue. Somewhere, the faint hum of a generator echoed, steady and uncaring, as though mocking how small I'd become. Then a laugh cut through it all. Cold. Sharp. Unmistakable. Tilda. She sauntered inside as if the place belonged to her, the click of her heels crisp against the concrete floor. Her perfume, sickly sweet, drifted ahead of her, clashing with the stench of sweat and blood. "Look at you," she drawled, stopping at the foot of the bed. "The great Luna, lying there like a beaten stray. I almost pity you."

] My mouth winced, I had expected this. "All I could do then was dilute that drop of blood. My profession as a necrosmith is reminding me that I will need to dilute it at least a thousand times." [1057 times.] "Many thanks!" "You didn't let me down, in spite of my doubts that you would actually provide the information." [If the host doesn't make an attempt beforehand, the system won't respond. Because the host's assumption is already so close to the correct answer, the system has provided it directly.]

I was standing there in a shapeless house dress, the front still stained with dried breast milk. Fiona wrinkled her nose, pulled a perfume bottle from her bag, and spritzed herself. "What is that sour smell? God, it's awful."