Greed Route Re Zero Novels & Stories

His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face. His voice, muffled against the pillow, grew hoarse until only a whisper remained. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His phone buzzed again. His assistant was on the other end, voice tight with urgency. "Mr. Wynn, 60% of Wynn Group's shares have just been transferred out." Jasper pulled himself together and rushed to the office. When he pushed open the conference room doors, the board members were already waiting, and not one of them looked sympathetic.

Dima hovered, suspicion radiating like heat. “You adjusted Choke Point 3,” Kael said. “Rerouted guard rotation. Added a decoy car.” “And hardened the comms,” she said. “If someone’s listening, they’ll think you’re more paranoid than you are.” His mouth twitched. “That’s hard to do.” He scrolled further. The exploit was buried under jargon and legitimate improvements. “Looks clean,” he said finally. Dima grunted. “For now.” Kael ignored him. “Push it,” he told Lys. “Route 7 only. I want it live by tomorrow.”

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[Attention player, according to system detection, your mission has failed. Since you did not complete any successful routes, the system will now erase you.] The system’s voice echoed in my mind as I stood in the shadows, secretly watching the wedding. Inside the grand hall, Michael Brosnan and Faye Summer exchanged a smile before kissing amid the playful cheers of the crowd. That wedding had been the final lifeline the system gave me. Now, it too had slipped through my hands. Back then, when I entered the body of a three-year-old child, I signed the system’s contract: within twenty years, as long as I captured the heart of any one of the three male leads, I would return to my original world.

Three days later, Shawn came to see me looking happy, with a thick stack of documents in his hands. "Nina, it's done. Harrison agreed." His voice was trembling with excitement. "A ten percent share in Grandview Tech under Fletcher Group. Harrison transferred it directly into your name and said it was a gift for his future great-grandchild!" I raised an eyebrow and took the share transfer agreement from him. That was certainly generous, but it only made Shawn look even more useless.

segments distorting, then snapping back into place. One section of the Green line glowed a faint, reassuring red. Another shorter section of Purple glowed… differently. A faint, pulsing rose‑gold that didn’t match any of the other indicators. My Regret Mark tingled. “Which route?” the older woman asked. “We don’t have time to debate forever.” “Green is safer,” Grant said. “Longer, but less glitch.” “Purple is faster,” Jax countered. “And I like shortcuts. Bugs can be our friends if we don’t fall in them.”

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

I looked to Nate again. “About zero point one,” he replied with a deflated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he leant back in his chair. “And you’re still sure you have to do this?” “I feel it even more now I’ve shifted.”

Someone who knew the infrastructure inside and out. Too well, Grace thought, her brow furrowing. She leaned closer to the monitor, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. To trace the origin of a manual override during a server reboot, you couldn't look at the external IP addresses—those were heavily masked through layers of VPNs and ghost servers. You had to look at the credit routing velocity.

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