Re:zero Assassin Novels & Stories

Zach leaned back on his chair in his apartment’s office that weekend night as he played repeatedly the footage inside the amusement café that occurred two days ago. He adjusted the settings of the video to make it go slow so he can see the trajectory of the bullet the moment it broke through the glass. He remembered when he returned the next day to continue assessing the area. He stood by the glass storefront where the bullet broke through and looked towards the open area. He took his binoculars and scanned through for the possible position of where the shot came from.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

The game had a plethora of characters to choose from: Warrior, Mage, Knight, Healer, and many more. Uji Quin chose the Assassin class once he got into the game, and spectators of the match frowned. The Assassin was capable of killing a player for every 10 steps it took; no one could survive the lethality. With the character’s agility and speed, one move would be able to empty his enemy’s health bar. Perhaps it was over for Charmine. How could she win?

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

"My hands are cramping. The slicing mini-games on their comms network were insane, but we did it. Flawless run." Ren lowered his sniper rifle, a profound wave of relief and satisfaction washing over him. The map was clear. The money was theirs. "Perfect execution, Squad Zero," Ren said, allowing himself to bask in the victory. "Log out. Let's go celebrate." Ren reached up to his neck and hit the physical release button. Hiss. The dark, stormy digital world vanished, replaced instantly by the soft, warm ambient light of the Sector 3 immersion room. The pod opened. Ren sat up, pulling the helmet off his sweating brow. He felt lighter than air.

The only sound was the faint, haunting hum of the lure and the thrum of Kairi’s waiting wards. It happened without warning. There was no displacement of air, no shimmer of light. One moment, the space before the lure was empty. The next, the assassin was there. Identical to the first: matte-black, light-eating armor, featureless helm, and in its hand, the shard of void-blade. It didn’t hesitate. It lunged at the shimmering doppelgänger, the blade thrusting forward to erase the phantom heart. “Now, Sze!” Kairi’s command was a whip-crack in my mind.

The assassin’s head jerked toward the door, calculating. Zev saw the hesitation and used it. With the last of his strength, he hurled the scalpel. It cut across the assassin’s mask, ripping through fabric and grazing his cheek. The man snarled in rage, but the damage was done. His anonymity was partially broken. Footsteps neared. The assassin’s body tensed, making his decision in an instant. “Another time, Zev. Pray you last until then.” He darted toward the window, slashing it open with a swift stroke, shards raining onto the floor. In seconds, he vanished into the night, swallowed by the darkness beyond.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

The screens in the vault suddenly changed again. A single message appeared across every monitor. HELLO MARCUS. Marcus’s smile disappeared. “You shouldn’t have come back.” Another message appeared. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE EITHER. Sebastian watched the exchange carefully. “You know him.” Marcus didn’t answer. Instead he stepped closer to the console. “Show yourself.” For a moment nothing happened. Then a camera feed opened on one of the screens. Dark room. Rows of computers. And someone sitting in the chair. The mysterious hacker known as Zero.