Re Zero If 2021 Novels & Stories

“Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?” “A ledger containing current club financials, business contacts, and laundering sources.” “Jesus, Minus. There a specific reason such a hot item is currently in my home?” “I had to get it as far away from home as possible and I couldn’t think of a better place than here in your safe. I’m gonna talk to Zaius about posting a couple of patches here until all of this blows over, and I’m going to need you to get some more of the younger guys around here up to speed. I’ll need all the allies on my side I can get both in Savannah and Portland.”

"If I die, don't hold a funeral for me. Cremate me and scatter my ashes into the sea. I want… to be free to go anywhere I want." Blake's voice shook. "Anna…" "Promise me." "…I promise." I laughed. "Thank you." The countdown hit zero. In my head, the system notification sounded. "Strategy failed. Erasure protocol initiated." I closed my eyes and waited for the end. But then… nothing happened. I opened my eyes again and stared out at the sea. Out on the water, the sun was slowly rising over the horizon. Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath.

“Keep watching. VALE-0X wants a clean timeline.” The line went dead.

At the morning light on everything. “Is it safe now,” she said. I thought about the honest answer. About seven packs without the Ancient Lycan’s machinery grinding through them. About Redmoon dissolved and the binding gone and six packs waking up to governance that was genuinely their own again. About Evergreen with its gate flags being corrected and its Alpha in its throne room and the woman who had pressed a button behind a statue gone from it. About everything that still needed building. About everything that could be built now. “Yes,” I said.

Elara asked, her voice steady despite the hammer-beat of her heart. "Then at zero-hour, the Global-Format begins," Julian said. "This time, there will be no Archive. No Deep-Registry. Just... [NULL]." "You're asking me to give you the one thing that keeps us 'Real'," Elara whispered. "You're asking me to become your 2.0." "I am asking you to save them," Julian countered, gesturing to the billions of people crying in the streets. "Is your 'Glitch' worth their existence?"

Listening to his baseless fury, I couldn’t help but let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Mr. Tennant,” I said flatly, “there’s no reason for us to keep in touch anymore.” There was silence on the other end, followed by his voice rising in rage. “No reason? Tess, you’re my wife! Tell me where you are right now, and come back immediately!” I lowered my gaze, my voice calm and steady. “Our seven years are up. I’m no longer your wife.” With that, I hung up and blocked his number without hesitation.

" Liam was on edge, his mind about to break. He stood in the empty room, yelling again and again for it to come back. The system could not take it anymore and just crashed. [Beep beep! Memory wipe of character 'Liam' in progress... Error!] [Alert! Alert! Error!]