Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Zenless Zone Zero

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

I whispered, having a hard time as he just thrust his finger slowly inside my core, which I hate! “Zero—Ahh… Come on…” I uttered. “No rush, remember?” he teased. “Fuck!” I cursed which makes Zero chuckle. Despite the lusty madness, I managed to shut a glare at him. “I’m getting impatient—and this is torture, Zero,” I assert. “Patience, patience, young lady,” Zero uttered and still lashed slowly his finger inside my core. “Damn, this,” I muttered. “What an angry-horny baby,” Zero teased. After that, he went down and licked my cleft, still hand getting in and out of my cleft.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

Zane’s POV There was no ground. At least… that was what it felt like. I stood still, but the world beneath me didn’t feel solid. It felt… uncertain. Like one wrong step would send everything collapsing into nothingness. A thick fog wrapped around me from every direction, swallowing distance, swallowing sound, swallowing everything. I couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead. “Hello?” My voice echoed, but not in the way it should have. It didn’t bounce back with clarity…it dissolved, like it had been absorbed into the mist itself.

Sophia’s voice sounded crystalline, vibrating with a metallic reverb. "Signal is... grainy, Sophia," Zero’s voice crackled through a phantom earpiece, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "You’re in the Buffer Zone. Lucas hasn't noticed you yet, but his pulse-checks are constant. You need to move toward the central spire. That’s where he’s anchoring the 'Soul-Fragments'."

“Thirty-one.” Silence crushed the room. Thirty-one regions disconnected from the autonomous network in less than two days. That wasn’t system failure. That was consumption. Ethan stared at the darkened map. “What happens inside the dead zones?” Kael inhaled slowly. “We don’t fully know.” The converged woman answered before he could continue. “Reality becomes transitional.” Lucian blinked. “That means absolutely nothing.” Her gaze remained fixed on Ethan. “Inside dead zones, identity loses stability. Time behaves inconsistently. Biological structures merge with memory patterns.”

(Author's Note: Characters in Zaenosh speak different language, I translated directly. LOL) Light-years away from Eurie's room on Earth was a bright galaxy of Kinsmoth where *Cheus System owned a planet called Zaenosh, the fifth planet; on it was *West Water, the smallest continent where Manton was stated. Manton was on the northeast part of West Water and the smallest landlocked country on Zaenosh. Manton only had four provinces and a city. The city was Aioro and in one of its bustling street were two young men moving swiftly from the crowd. Each was wearing coat which designs were prominent only on Zaenosh. Their backs were equipped with perilous weapons: two silver firearms for Jace and a

He explained that the Sacred Exile had 36 zones. We were in the uncharted streets, the poorest, crappiest zone in the lower region. He told us about the Zone of Scorched Minds—a place so bad that no one ever comes out alive. He complained about how the Zonal Chief and the Overlords take 80% of everything he makes. "So you’re basically just an empty shell," I mocked. "You have all this gold in your mouth, but you’re just a glorified tax collector for people who don’t even know your name".

’ James wondered. Zeno could tell what James was thinking from the expression on his face. “The Heavenly Path does not exist in these dark, uncharted areas. What’s more, the dark zone is actually bigger than what you can imagine. As far as I know, it is even larger than all the Endlosʼ Nine Districts combined together.” James was very surprised to hear about the size of the dark zone. Still, he quickly decided that it was time for them to move as there was no time for him to waste.

Enni's POV My heart pounded like a drum as I picked up the call from the mysterious lady, Zea. Her voice was hushed as if she held a secret of utmost importance. She wasted no time, urging me to meet her at a specified location within a mere two hours. The question echoed in my mind: What could this meeting possibly entail? Would it be a perilous adventure or an exhilarating experience? I tried to rein in my imagination, but my thoughts spiralled out of control, refusing to be tamed.