Re:zero Assassin の小説・ストーリー

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

Between Elara and the glowing pool of Primal Marrow stood the First-Born Assassin. It was a nightmare of bioengineering. Its limbs were elongated and wrapped in carbon-fiber mesh that pulsed with a dull red light. It had no face-only a smooth visor filled with sensors, mimicking the cold stare of a predator. This was Subject 0-Omega, the final enforcer of the "Third Reset." "The Marrow does not belong to the healers," the Assassin rasped, its voice a hollow echo of many deleted shifters. "It is the fuel for the Correction. Step aside, Variable."

The monitor labeled the reactivation sequence as: > MIRA-VN: 0_0_1 / ALPHA ROOT DESIGNATION: ZERO ACCESS: SYSTEM OVERRIDE Adrian stood so fast his chair fell backward. Sera’s voice cut in from comms: “What the hell is ‘Zero’?” Elias stared at the blinking cursor and said, dead quiet: “It’s what Mira made before you.” In the hall… Zero walked barefoot along the steel floor. Each step corrected itself. Each muscle learned as it moved. She didn’t breathe out of necessity. She breathed to practice what it meant to be alive.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

Jack whispered. He grabbed a chair, climbed up, and ripped the vent cover off. Nothing was there. Just darkness and dust. But then, the dust moved. A patch of the metal ductwork shimmered. It rippled like water, changing color from grey steel to a fleshy pink, then to a dark, scaled green. Two eyes opened in the darkness. Reptilian eyes with vertical slits. A Chameleon Assassin. "Contact!" Jack yelled, reaching for his gun. The assassin didn't fight. It dropped from the vent, landing with impossible lightness behind Hailey. Before anyone could react, it grabbed her, a serrated knife pressed against her throat.

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Another triumphant Assassin, whose name I believe is Zara stands there, wiping blood off her fists. I'm almost sure she is one of the Assassin who was tripping me up the entire walk here. And naturally, her gaze finds me and a sinister smile spreads across her face. "Well well, the newbie," she says tauntingly, revealing her dark hair behind her head. "Tell me you all don't want to see how she does in a fight?"

With a swift spin of her staff, she channeled her inner strength and unleashed a wave of searing light that pierced through the shrouded mist. The assassin recoiled, his form momentarily destabilized. Sensing an opportunity, Styria pressed her advantage, her blades striking with deadly precision. She danced with calculated grace, weaving between his defenses and delivering punishing blows. "You think you can extinguish our flames?" Styria taunted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "We are the sparks that ignite the fire of justice!" Meanwhile, Rey and Luna continued their seamless collaboration, their movements harmonized like a well-practiced symphony. Rey conjured swirling cyclones, man