Echidna Rezero Novels & Stories

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

When they both recovered, on the inside of their right arm between the elbow and wrist was a tattoo of a dragon poised for flight. While Zutara's mark was done in a wide spectrum of colours from bright blues, pinks and oranges to blood red and burnished gold, Riz's was done completely in black but aside from difference in the colour it was the exact same dragon. "You are now the custodian of a rare and almost extinct legacy, you have to learn and master the five natural elements - Fire, Water, Earth, Air and Lightning, you will also learn to master the sword as there are times when the elements may ot be enough," Sikorra gestured toward Riz

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Rebirth was never designed to create immortality. It was designed to prepare humanity for Ascension. The screen changed. Thousands of human profiles appeared. Each one had a name. Each one had a consciousness signature. Ethan saw his own name. Jason's. Rose's. Elena's. Richard's. Then another name appeared. SUBJECT ZERO — ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS. Ethan stared at it. The video continued. Only one consciousness is capable of activating Ascension. The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration.

Abilities from elevated Physique/Mind: faint-light night vision, enhanced hearing, enhanced eyesight [Extraordinary Items] Offensive: the Hidden Edge (high attack power, armor penetration) Support: the Wraith's Monocle (short-range teleportation), Scapegoat's Eye (redirects aggro), the Terra Staff (terrain manipulation, turns ground to swamp), the Storage Ring (extra storage) Unknown: the Brass Key (unidentified, Mythic-grade) [Team Composition] Bella (Engineering): commands swarm self-detonating drones, modifies all manner of ammunition, rapidly disassembles and repairs vehicles. Vera (Medical): controls the Zombie Legion, the Level 4 flying Tyrant Angel (a living bio-bomber), crafts variou

Eventually, I pull Joshua aside and tell him about the final experimental results, I tell him about Crag, the treatment has never been tested on a human before and the risks are enormous, with the consequences are unknown but there are no other options left. As they say, the rest is history, Elara survives, in short more than survives, she recovers completely and the miracle spreads faster than wildfire. At first, people dismiss the stories as exaggerations, then the evidence begins piling up as case after case, patient after patient, recovery after recovery and the world starts paying attention but the event that transforms Crag from a remarkable treatment into a global phenomenon happens s

Mallory asked finally. Rivera zoomed in on the mall footage. “We’ve been tracking it for months. The girl, too. This footage confirms it — she freed it days before the Chimera rose.” “Cerebus,” Mallory said flatly, as if saying the name gave it weight. “You’re telling me this… thing is connected to Turkey?” Rivera’s jaw tightened. “I’m saying they’re connected to something older than war, older than nations. If we don’t act now, we’re staring at a Class Zero Extinction.”

We were definitely still in Zone A. Edward turned around, saw me, and opened his mouth to scream again. But before he could, a sickening crack echoed beneath us. Without thinking, I rushed forward, grabbing Jared's hand just in time as the land beneath him broke away. "Holy shit!" Edward yelled. "I fucking told you to stop!" I yelled up at him, trying to keep my grip on Jared. "J-Jack?" Jared whimpered. "Shut up! Jared, grab on and help me pull you up, idiot!" I snapped.