Re:zero Gluttony If Novels & Stories

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

"But he is in the grid. The power grid. The traffic lights. The banking system. He is everywhere." I looked at her. The gold veins in her eyes seemed to pulse. We need to recharge, Julian said abruptly. The mental exertion is draining the battery. The Panacea is consuming our glucose reserves at an exponential rate. I just ate breakfast. Not food, Julian said, his voice dropping an octave, dark and demanding. The other fuel. I looked at Zero. "Go to your room. Read a book. Don't touch anything electronic." Zero stood up. "I will read the encyclopedia."

He shoved the whole spoonful into his mouth. “Slurp—ahh!” The heat made him suck in breath through his teeth, but he could not stop. He crouched on the floor, hugging the chipped clay pot, shoveling the soup into his mouth with both hands. He made urgent, greedy sounds that soon turned into satisfied grunts. [Congratulations, player. You’ve earned the Hungry Dead’s approval. From now on, you won’t feel hunger in the game.] “Slow down! No one’s fighting you for it!”

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

It was much more sour than what she was used to, but she choked it down. He shrugged. “Nothing. I’m just not used to sharing my table with anyone.” A servant came in and took their bowls away. “Did you get enough to eat.” Despite the small bowl, the stew was quite filling. Nya nodded. “Yes, thank you.” His smile brightened slightly as if to show he was glad she was pleased. Slate leaned forward, his elbows on the table, an offense Queen Shue would’ve called him out for if Nya’s mother had been present. “Tell me about this power of yours.”

Something like pity flickered behind her eyes, and she leaned in to ask softly, "Want me to go get her for you?" "No." My voice was barely there. I closed my eyes again and let the exhaustion pull me under. Some time passed before my phone suddenly rang.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

I said, meeting her haughty gaze. Her eyebrows lifted for the briefest of seconds before she regained her smug composure. I looked down at my barely touched plate and stabbed another chip. The food was worth a small fortune and I would've traded everything I owned to have had a meal like this on the outside, but right now? I couldn't bring myself to stomach it. "Was -" "Enough," Grey said, cutting her off. He didn't say it loud, but I felt the threat behind it. We all did.