Re Zero Gluttony นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He slurred, hiccuped and slipped away from my grip, faceplanting to the ground of Konneyard. I tried to lift the bastard from the ground, but he was a burly bloke, not to mention a delirious deadweight beast. And he is in his human form, although his Lycan is controlling his body. “Have you thought of the keto diet or intermittent fasting, Erzelus? I am barely lifting your heavy as fuck ass from the ground. What are you like, 30 stones?” “Actually, it was 20.5 last time I checked. And that was before the battles. I might have lost some weight in here because the food here is shit…no wonder they are all miserable and angry here…” he slurred, raising his index finger in the air.

The laughter that erupts through my lips, echoe in the dim room. I point at the laptop. "There. That's your son." I stand from my chair and walk to his. I squat and use my index finger to brush through the rope which tied his hand. "You caused this to yourself. A full grown man like you, unable to pay a debt? It's a shame." I adjust my legs. "Tell me, what did you use the money for? You should have found comfort in your little world, but you wanted to have a taste of rich life. Just see what is costs you." I stare at his son. "I believe a bad debt should never be forgiven. It's a debt for a reason and therefore, should be paid for." I stand and put my hands into my pocket. "We had an agreeme

“No, dad.” Tilting his head in front of her as if he was trying to solve a puzzle, he replied. “Then are you feeling what humans mostly feel? The sin of sloth, are you perhaps feeling bored?” Is getting bored a sin? Reading her mind, he fed her curiosity. “Yes. The sin of sloth will lead to the sin of gluttony and the sin of greed, and the cycle goes on. That is one of the roots of depravity in the human world, which demons feast on daily. I can turn Gukasho into a toy for you if you are bored.”

The Economy of Grace There were no bank accounts. There were no "Asset IDs." In the wake of the "System-Purge," the world had shifted to an "Economy of Grace"—a "Broken" system of trade, favor, and reputation. Ethan was no longer a billionaire, but in Gull’s Reach, he was a man of "Absolute" value. He was the one who knew how to fix the old gravity-fed turbines; he was the one who could navigate the "Surveillance-Dead" fog.

"Mabel clearly brought that on herself. Brandon and Vivian are childhood sweethearts, but she still insists on coming between them." Vivian, amused by the comments, cast me a guarded glance and then said, "You actually agreed to it so readily, Mabel. You're not thinking of using Brandon to get hold of my photo and then vandalize it, are you?" "I was wondering why Mabel was being so nice for once. It turns out she just wants to ruin the glamor shots Vivian specifically had taken!" "Mabel wouldn't dare!" Brandon Dunn, my boyfriend, snapped as he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me to the ground. He finally loosened his grip once he noticed my face turning purple from suffocation.

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

"I didn't bleed this much just to be a 'What-If.' I didn't lose forty-one sisters just to have their deaths unmade like they never happened!" "The 'Year Zero' protocol is absolute," the Elena-ghost hissed from the floor. She was half-gone now, her legs already erased by the encroaching white light. She was laughing, a sound of pure, crystalline madness. "You wanted to break the world, #3? Well, I’m giving you a brand new one. One where you don't exist. One where the 'Grit' never happened. One where I am the only God." I looked at the Trench. The High Queen’s life-pod was a silver needle at the center of the white ripple, boring deep into the earth's mantle to reach the "Year Zero" core.

​The Philosophy of the Void ​"I am the one who gave Elena the first seed," the Zero-Architect said, his voice vibrating through the "Null-Link." "I watched as she used it to build a garden on a dying rock. I watched as you used it to bridge the galaxies. But a garden that never stops growing is just another kind of plague, Kaelen Vane. You have reached the 'Event Horizon' of abundance." ​"Abundance isn't a plague!" Julian shouted, stepping up beside Kaelen. "We’ve ended the hunger! We’ve ended the debt!"

REGISTRY DISTRICT 10 CORE BALANCE: 100 UNITS REQUESTED EXCHANGE RATE: ONE IMMUNITY LEASE PER SOUL "They're offering an exemption," I realized, the "True Zero" logic in my mind cutting through the silver text with a terrifying, icy clarity. "If we surrender the memory of our scars—the un-optimized errors that made us default—they’ll give us a permanent lease on the clearing. We can live in the margin forever, but we’ll be silent. We’ll be a closed account that never changes."

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need