Pride If Re: Zero Novels & Stories

"You have the design, but I have the scars!" ​Sierra and the Prime collided in a blur of silver and green. It wasn't a fight of blades; it was a fight of "Definitions." Every time the Prime tried to simplify Sierra, Sierra added "Complexity." Every time the Prime tried to erase a memory, Sierra projected it into the atmosphere. ​The Zero-Variable Intervention ​Leo watched his mother fight a god, and for a moment, he was that ten-year-old boy in the basement again. But he wasn't holding a rusted pipe anymore. He was holding the "Zero-Variable."

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“I’m breaking the rule, leaders with no members will be eliminated!” Jade couldn’t almost believe what she heard. What a lucky woman! She actually manages to get that privilege on her hands. A cheat code just like what Svetlana got but this one does not guarantee her safety back into the outside world. “Privilege activated.” A robotic voice, resounded. Hearing that, the woman dropped on her knees, crying and sobbing in relief. “That’s amazing how she has that.” Jade muttered. Although at the back of her mind, she’s not sure whether it’s a good thing or not.

They were mentally praying that she accepts the handshake to finally put an end to their rivalry. Isabel on the other hand stared at Desmond’s outstretched hand, wondering what he was implying. The Pride pack has never considered another pack as a rival pack because they were all no match for them. They only consider one an enemy when you step on their toes, but at the same time, they’ve never had a friendly relationship with another pack as that would make them seem accessible, so they’ve always been neutral.

Hindi man kayanin ng pride niya mag-congrats sa kabila, at least she isn't bad-mouthing them for winning a fair game. Domination is their final mode. Similar to hardpoint, three objectives on the map are to be captured by both teams. This mode happens in two rounds, the first round ends when one team scores 75 points, and the final round ends when one team scores 150 points. It takes a few seconds to capture a certain objective on the map which in return will earn points for the scoreboard.

Nathan seized the opportunity and landed a powerful blow, sending the rival alpha crashing to the ground. The rival pack immediately retreated, their tails between their legs. The pack cheered as Nathan emerged victorious, but Serena could see the exhaustion on his face. She rushed over to him, worried that he was injured. "Nathan, are you okay?" Nathan nodded, breathing heavily. "I'm fine. Just tired." Serena put a hand on his shoulder. "You were amazing out there. You saved the pack." Nathan smiled weakly. "It was a team effort. We couldn't have done it without everyone's help."

“You know, regarding the orphanage I was surprised to you chose me. Afterall, we barely even know each other well enough for you to blatantly put it out there that you see me as an honorable official...as someone you'd trust. Why?," "Your reputation, your grace,"I tilted my head. "That was why I chose you. You're known for your honesty and faith. And last I checked, priests usually encourage acts of charity.” “Do not misunderstand me, Princess. I for one, encourage acts like that,” he said, eyes glinting faintly under the chandelier, “ but I was just startled you didn’t ask for redemption. You asked for something lasting. That’s not common among the powerful.” I wasn’t sure if that was prais

unit—the last physical link to the "City of Stone." "You think you’ve won, Ethan?" Madeline whispered, her "possessive" gaze fixed on Leo. "The liquidation hasn't finished. If the 'Reset' button isn't pushed in the next sixty seconds, the 'Zero-Point' will expand. It won't just destroy this house. It will 'Re-Index' the entire coast. Thousands of 'Unindexed' lives... gone. All because you couldn't be the 'Apex Asset' I needed." The Choice of the Heartbeat

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

Ace knew my unasked question and answered without a beat, "it haunts me. I dont like being reminded of my mother the way my brother does, or my father for that matter. I doubt either of them would be too proud of the man I have become." His shoulders fell and he seemed more distant than usual. Someone else would have found a way to placate him by telling him that he was wrong. They would tell him that they couldn't be more proud of him, it didn't matter where they were, they were beaming with pride, love, and joy. I wasn't someone else, though and I agreed with him. They probably weren't proud of him because he turned out to be a dangerous, deranged man. "Why not change then?" I found myself