Bleach 0 Division 소설 & 이야기

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa

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.]

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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."