Bowel Hunter Re Zero Novels & Stories

up and checked our weapons and made sure each of us had enough ammunition and also tested our ear pieces and microphones, and all were in working order. As we were traveling to the location, I received an update on the ID of that Demon. His name was Henry Richmond. He had seen the inside of prison walls many times but was always released, on the count of insufficient evidence and witnesses never showing up to testify against him. His name was attached to murders, human trafficking and drug dealings. Well, justice was finally going to get served to him in full! The location information received took us to the most corrupt part of the city. It was home to criminals, drug dealers, addicts, pro

Ciao Adios, Hunter. You’re dead to me.

I reached out with my left hand, and a searing lash of red energy whipped across the flooded room. A harpoon fired. The bolt hissed and aimed for Lucian’s heart. My red lash intercepted it, melting the silver tip into molten droplets before it could touch his skin. The Hunter didn't flinch at all, he reached for a second bolt. "Sloane! Now!" I yelled. Sloane dove beneath the surface. She emerged behind the Hunter like a shark, her knife finding the gap in his vest. The Hunter let out a stifled grunt as they tumbled into the stagnant water.

It sounded like hunger. "It’s working faster than the simulations predicted. The proximity to the Morton genetic donor during the lockdown... it didn't just stabilize you. It primed the engine." He stepped forward, the chemical mist from the breach swirling around his white high-collar suit. He didn't look at his fallen soldier. He looked at the silver pulse under my skin, his head tilting with a hypnotic, unsettling cadence. "Elena Moore," he whispered, the blue in his eyes intensifying. "Or should I say, Subject Zero?"

Kael is dying in the master suite, his heart failing because he chose a savior who is nothing but a parasite. K-01 CAPACITY: 1.0% The stone beneath my feet begins to hum with a lethal, high-frequency scream. The sky of Rebirth City, visible through the gaps in the ceiling, starts to pixelate, turning from a false blue to a cold, digital black. My vision flashes white. A new alert overrides the first, pulsing in the center of my sight. PRIMARY ANOMALY DETECTED. INITIATING PROTOCOL ZERO. TOTAL SECTOR FORMAT IN 60 SECONDS.

Twenty feet away Noah's already on a knee, bow up before the dirt's even settled, because staying down isn't in him, and he puts a silver bolt into the thing's wrist joint at a range where he does not miss. He doesn't miss. It doesn't matter. The bolt hits bone and skips off into the dark like he shot a highway overpass. The skull drops through the canopy to look at what tickled it, close now, filling the space between the trees, and Noah, my hunter, my brilliant lunatic, is already reloading. "NOAH, MOVE!" The hand sweeps. He makes it half a step. The edge of one finger catches him mid-dive. Just the edge. Just a clip.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

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.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.