Dragon Ball Zeno Novels & Stories

— you probably don't know yet... did Reed say something to you again? I bite my lip, watching Krew fight to get Kai in the pool with us. “I… I just have a lot of thoughts in my head that don't seem normal. Zeno eventually returns, seeing Krew and his brother fight. Zeno kicks them both into the water, making me smile. We meet eyes for a second before I look down and away. None of them will ever be mine, and I have to get over it. My chest hurts and I

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 need your energy, Zen. Come closer." Zeno lowered his face, he thought he got closer like what Cia wanted. Instead, the woman pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. Zeno replied with affection and a heart that hurt. Then, Cia combined her energy with Zeno's energy. A rose gold-colored light enveloped the two of them, followed by flashes of light that intersected with the sound of thunder. Everyone was shocked and almost covered their ears as a most incredible thunder and lightning scorched General Hino's army with a single strike.

It was unthinkable what would happen if Barry went all out to attack them. Zeno was considering retreating. However, he was unwilling to do so. His army was ten times bigger than the enemy, after all, and he had gone into battle with full confidence. Zeno did not expect a stage-nine martial god king to be among them. This powerhouse had even created panic among them in a split second. All of their plans and tactics had failed. Zeno was frustrated at the thought of the first and third princes making fun of him for retreating. His father would also end up feeling disappointed with him.

“Oh I forgot to tell you you’re at the Dark Continent of Zennery Kingdom. I looked at her and asked, “Dark Continent? Zennery?” I started to freak realizing I’m in another world right now. I was at the table with Miss Minerva and 6 other children I think their all demons because of the wings and some of them has horns. But the one who caught my attention is the guy with a black hair, pitch black eyes and wearing a black I guess it’s a school uniform, he’s at my side and he doesn’t have any wings or horn, maybe he’s just like me. I asked Miss Minerva for his name and she said he is Zyrel.

James looked at Zeno and asked, “You know him well, right? What do you think?” Zeno shook his head and said, “I don’t know. Like you, he was almost obliterated in his past life. Thus, he couldn’t immediately regain his memories. However, considering his potential and past life’s achievements, and also judging by the amount of time that has passed since he left the Endlos Plane, I assume he must’ve already reached the Martial Celestial Rank. Perhaps he might be at an even higher rank. We’ll have to meet him to find out.” James stopped asking questions. He turned to Thea and said, “Let’s go.”

considering that I have heard kataros is no longer alive Zeno:I would like sixty thousand men and fleets of ships to take over a planet am currently at war with. Fire lord Leto:(laughs)you expect me to help you and what do I get out of all this? Zeno:I will share the planet with you,I mean the planet is more than enough for the both of us Fire lord Leto:very well I will send the troops you have asked for but keep to your promise (drops the call) Zeno:(thinks to himself) what a stupid fire lord once I gain control of this planet am not sharing (turns to the door)guard,guard come here right now

Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption.

Zen took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “The Godfather is my idol! The Godfather is my dream! The Godfather is my only sponsor, and I don’t need any training equipment! I am Zen from no particular family. My hobbies include cooking and gaming. To the families from the Round Table who sent my sponsorship contracts, I hereby reject your offers.” As soon as Zen said that, he heard the sound of a new notification. [The Godfather is very pleased with your bold declaration of war against the Round Table! You have been awarded 1,000 credits.]