Re Zero Clown Novels & Stories

His caramel skin was flawless and he looked like the vogue model with perfectly cut jawline rimmed with faint facial hair, high cheekbones, angular nose, perfectly sculpted black eyebrows, thick eyelashes which rimmed the beautiful yet bone chilling black eyes that seemed like the depths of the hell. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Zero." He announced and the five officers just watched with their breaths caught up, eyes wide like saucers with a single thought in their heads. THIS MAN IS ZERO?

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Clara shrieked in agitation, "Don't touch her!" She picked up the stool nearby and smashed it over Denzel! Denzel was taken aback, surprised that Clara would go that far. Nonetheless, he recovered and slapped Clara brutally across the face, and Zoe thought for an instant that he had killed her. Clara dropped to the ground, unable to get up for a long while. And after knocking her down, Denzel strode toward Zoe again, who said bluntly, "I'll give you the money you want."