Cyborg 009 The End Of The Beginning Novels & Stories

Under the dim, flickering glow of a single oil lamp, a thin figure sat hunched before a terminal composed of several salvaged monitors held together by duct tape and wire. This was a youth who looked barely in his twenties—Code Name: Zero. When he looked up, Sophia noticed his immediate abnormality: his hands shook with a high-frequency tremor as he typed, a visible sign of permanent neurological damage. Every few minutes, he winced, reaching into a silver briefcase beside him for a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. He expertly injected it into his thigh, hissing through clenched teeth as the drug suppressed the violent rejection spasms wracking his nervous system.

'' Alberto whispered something to the blonde girl, and she rose to her feet and walked off. ''Hello beautiful,'' he says, leaning forward and extending his hand. I put mine above him, and he kissed the top of my hand. A pile of vomit gathered up in my trough, and I did anything in my power to keep it in. ''My name is Alberto.'' '' Nice to meet you, Alberto,'' I say, and I can feel Gio's hands hold me tighter to him. I leaned back to him and started taking deep breaths. God, I am going to die here.

“Sebastian, say something.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My brain had stopped working. "Hey, I'm Naomi." The girl stepped forward, tugging a braid behind her ear as she introduced herself. I didn't miss the way Zaire’s eyes drifted down her thick body. He licked his lips slowly, giving her those eyes that guys gave girls when they liked what they saw. "I'm Zaire." he smiled, flashing her with those grillz in his mouth as he shook her hand for a second too long.

Wrestling with this tragic and infuriating ending, I slowly closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard static. It was as if the world had been paused. A robotic, emotionless voice rang out inside my head. "Beep! Caleb Johnson, the deceased protagonist of a tragic novel, has been detected. Resentment levels have exceeded the critical threshold of 99.9%. Temporal Rewind Protocol activated." The world before my eyes began to fracture piece by piece. Countless points of light gathered into a tunnel of time. The system's voice rang out one last time, clear and decisive in my head. "Welcome back to the beginning of the story, Caleb. This time, you get to control your life."

"The papers were notarized a month ago. I trust there's no more paperwork I have to go through?" "That is all," said the lawyer. A moment of calm later, he added, "Congratulations, Mr. Dyson." I smiled and hung up. Then in silence, I waited until nightfall. … T-minus, three hours. I packed up all my stuff and booked a flight ticket for the next day. … T-minus, two hours. I cut up all the photos that had me and her in it, leaving only me in the picture. T-minus, one hour. I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy.

Three months ago, outside the pack borders, who nearly destroyed her wolf soul, dragging you out of that pile of corpses? Raelor’s entire body went rigid. His raised hand froze midair. "You… what are you saying?" Lyndra pulled out a yellowed medical record and slapped it against his face. "Look carefully. Emergency treatment and spiritual depletion records. Whose name is written there? "Three months ago, after Theron blocked that strike for you and was torn apart by rogues, Seraphine, who couldn’t even kill a rogue pup, was the first to run when you collapsed!

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.

"Marcus is right. If I forgive you this easily, who knows whether you will make an even bigger scene next time." "Consider today a lesson. Reflect on yourself." After that, Ines stepped past me and went down the hill. I watched her figure grow farther away, my heart desolate. A self-mocking smile pulled at my lips until the tears fell. Was this the woman I had abandoned everything to marry? Arthur Weber, you really were blind. An hour later, the ambulance arrived. By then, I was almost unconscious from pain. The blood I vomited had stained a large patch of my shirt red.

This is just the beginning. THE END