Re Zero Gluttony 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.

Zen took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “The Godfather is my idol! The Godfather is my dream! The Godfather is my only sponsor, and I don’t need any training equipment! I am Zen from no particular family. My hobbies include cooking and gaming. To the families from the Round Table who sent my sponsorship contracts, I hereby reject your offers.” As soon as Zen said that, he heard the sound of a new notification. [The Godfather is very pleased with your bold declaration of war against the Round Table! You have been awarded 1,000 credits.]

She realized that the White Wolf was right about one thing: the connection was still there. "You think you're the Game-Master," Elara said, her voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly calm growl. Her golden eyes began to bleed into a molten, iridescent white—the color of Sentience-Zero. "But you forgot the first rule of the 'Glitch,' Coach." The White Wolf stopped pacing. "And what is that?" "A Glitch doesn't follow the optimization," Elara hissed. "It Breaks it." The Resonance of the Broken

If he wants to see the glitch in his perfect world, I will show him exactly how much it's going to cost him to fix it. Valerius raises the watch, and in the reflection of the glass, I see it—a countdown, glowing in red pixels that shouldn't exist in a stable system. Protocol Zero. He mouths a single word, silent beneath the hum of the dying machines. *Begin.*

"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."

“Your memories… they’re back?” Gluttony shrugged, biting into the burger again. “Yep. Vacation’s over.” He gestured to the battlefield. “And damn, you all throw the best parties.” The Sins stared at him. Greed cursed. Lust rolled her eyes. Pride smirked. Sloth blinked slowly, unimpressed. Lilith just smiled. Gluttony stretched, bones cracking. “Alright, kiddies. Let’s clean up this mess before master and his mate which I just heard of, comes back from hell."

Caleb lunged to his feet, stabbing a finger at me. "Tony, how can you be so selfish? We just wanted to share in your good luck. You're acting like we're trying to rob you blind! "All we're asking for is a simple, affordable meal to show some spirit. Do you really think we're so greedy that we'd demand a feast of delicacies? To be honest, having the chance to treat us after winning that prize is a blessing for you!"

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

Everyone would say. I am still trying to understand the meaning of better. I lost my appetite, I no more had cravings for food, if any, they are bringing back the memories of the person I wanted to forgot but couldn’t. I started to ignore everything. I stay mute, wouldn’t involve in anything, didn’t make any new friends at the work place, have no dreams, and have no plans. I am just breathing. I am just going with the flow of life since it is a total waste of time to design for my own. Because, fate never plays in my favor. I became what I used to be before Alexander and after Cayden death. Is this getting better?

"That took longer than it should have." "Let's move," Envy said, his tone impatient. "The prophet awaits." Gluttony's sharp eyes landed on a frail man seated near the gate, his clothes tattered and his hands trembling as he held out a small, empty bowl. The poor man glanced up, and his sunken eyes widened in fear as Gluttony approached. "Why so scared?" Gluttony said, his voice oozing with mock kindness. He crouched, producing a coin from beneath his cloak, its golden surface gleaming unnaturally. "I just need some information."