Re Zero Death Novels & Stories

Rebirth was never designed to create immortality. It was designed to prepare humanity for Ascension. The screen changed. Thousands of human profiles appeared. Each one had a name. Each one had a consciousness signature. Ethan saw his own name. Jason's. Rose's. Elena's. Richard's. Then another name appeared. SUBJECT ZERO — ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS. Ethan stared at it. The video continued. Only one consciousness is capable of activating Ascension. The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration.

"You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!" "I’ve spent my entire life being a ghost in the machine, Sophia," Zero replied, a serene, almost celestial smile touching his lips. his golden eyes met her silver ones with a clarity that transcended the digital abyss. "But a ghost can haunt, and a ghost can explode. I was never meant to survive the system—I was meant to break it."

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

“And if you do?” I looked at the screen. “Then I might die.” Lucien’s face hardened. “Then we find another choice.” “There isn’t one.” “There is always another choice.” I almost smiled. “You sound like me.” “I learned from you.” The baby began crying. The moment she did, the system stopped. Every screen went black. The voices disappeared. Silence returned. Then one message appeared. ZERO-D HAS INTERRUPTED THE MEMORY RELEASE. I stared at my daughter. “How?”

And suddenly, he pushed her away, making Tilda’s back hit on the cold corner of the elevator. Tilda groaned in pain. “W-Why—” “I told you, I’m not that Zero that you used to know. And we already cut ties long ago. I don’t want you in my life anymore. If you repeat this, I’m afraid I might kill you,” Zero threatened, and after a few seconds, the elevator opened. Zero furiously got out of the elevator, rushed towards his Lamborghini, and sped away. TILDA WAS caught in awe because of Zero. She couldn’t believe that he would turn like that—he looks like a monster that at any moment, he will rip your head off your body.

"That's—" "Correct, and that is why Zinnia chose a new method. The death of someone that would leave a massive impact, a blow so deep it'll shock the powers out of you. There are only three people whose death would do that to you and the last person was the best option. It was either him or the first two and you know who they are,"

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

“I think you misunderstood my enthusiasm. It’s not that I don’t fear death or feel demoralised each time I wake up in the chapel. I’m just as depressed as anyone else in this dungeon. It was especially painful to know that it cost credits to revive, and walking back to my hunting spot was always a pain.” Yet, each time he died, Zen felt a little more empowered. “Each time I die, I think I become a little wiser,” he concluded. “Hence, I think of death as an investment and thank the gaming mechanics for not making it permanent. It would be horrible if I understood where I’d gone wrong and could not come back to make amends. Seeing it as a blessing to be able to return keeps me moving forward.