Re:zero Julius Forgotten Novels & Stories

Written in fading ink was something that made my breath catch. 'The lost princess must return when the Empire faces its darkest hour.' My hands trembled. Was this really who I was? And if so—who wanted me to forget? I turned the page again. Another picture. This time with a symbol beneath it. The same seal. A castle. A bird. A sword. The same seal that was on Sylvester’s old journal I once saw before his “accident.” My knees weakened. He knew. He knew long before I did. The betrayal stung all over again.

The silver fire from Julian’s soul collided with the violet darkness of the Original, creating a white-hot nova that erased the throne, the shadows, and the Original herself. ​The Debt wasn't paid. The Debt was cancelled We hit the sand of Life Zero together, gasping for air as the morning sun finally broke over the horizon. The island was quiet. No Reapers. No Silas. ​Julian pulled me into his arms, his chest heaving, his hand still bleeding from the Scythe’s burn. "Are you okay? Do you know who I am?" ​I looked at him, and for the first time in ten lives, the memories were clear. No thorns. No parasites. Just us.

By giving him the pixel, she was choosing to forget herself so he could "Reboot." The yellow light exploded. Julian’s eyes didn't turn blue or red. They turned Sovereign-Amber. The "Bridge-Child" returned in a surge of power that leveled the playground equipment and turned the school’s brick walls into liquid-glass. "ELARA!" Julian roared, his voice now a divine harmony. He reached for her as the yellow-static began to swallow her, her memories of the Wolf finally dissolving into the avocado-green carpet of 1994. "Find... the... others..." Elara whispered, her vision turning to black-and-white. "Find... Zane..."

Dina was shocked as to why Jean still remembered them, although it was distorted, his memories of them were still there. “For some reason, he remembers us but not the events that happened before the restart and now all he knows is that we once existed but he can’t tell how, when, where….” Dina muttered to Zero as she looked at him endearingly for an answer. Zero thought for a bit but didn’t seem to find an answer, he did have a theory but the rules wouldn’t approve of him telling Dina about it. “I can’t tell host but I promise to report this to the higher uppers and have it sorted by the end of your second mission,” Zero responded.

Anais hacked through the entry logs, bypassing security until a hidden panel slid open behind a rusted bookshelf. Inside: a terminal. One that hadn’t been touched in years. Anais ran a boot sequence. Then froze. “Cassian,” she whispered. He stepped beside her and read the screen. ::BLACK VAULT: ACCESS GRANTED TO 6-A:: Only one file was listed. PROJECT: RESET – FINAL DIRECTIVE Cassian clicked it. A video loaded. Julien’s face appeared — gaunt, older, but unmistakably him. “I recorded this because one day you’ll come looking,” he said. “And I won’t be around to stop you.”

"Iknow you're in there. Hindi mo ako kayang saktan." "She cannot hear you, Dante," Julian’s voice drifted from the throne, dripping with a sickening, patriarchal amusement. "The 7.0 code is a perfect circle. It always returns to where it was drawn. Move the blade, Asset. Let him see what happens when he loves a shadow."

"We can find a bypass. Julian’s console—there has to be a manual override." "Julian is a ghost, Zora," Dante said, his voice a low, harmonic vibration that shook the very air. He gestured to the crystal tomb where Julian was encased, frozen in a look of fanatic greed. "And the ship isn't a machine anymore. It’s a wounded god. It’s bleeding 'Zero-Point' energy into the fault-line. It doesn't want a code. It wants a Ground." "Daddy, don't go," Zora-Aethel cried. She reached for him, her tiny, mercury-veined hands trembling. The "Lunar-Queen" light in her was dimming, replaced by the raw, terrified honesty of a three-year-old.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Anna and Rohan sat across from each other, their eyes locked in a silent battle, like wolves circling. Rohan stood, his beige blonde hair messy, his silver eyes hard. “We’re leaving, Jarred,” he said, his voice clipped. Jarred opened his mouth, ready to argue, but sighed instead. “Fine,” he muttered, glancing at me. On the porch, under the dark sky filled with crickets’ songs, Jarred turned, his gold eyes catching mine one last time. My chest tightened with guilt as he walked off with Rohan, their boots crunching on the gravel. I stood there, torn between Roger’s love and a bond I couldn’t escape.

, Erin asks. Julius closes his eyes, lost in his old memories and surfing down them to find an answer to her question. Suddenly he opens his eyes as if he is enlightened by God, "You remember that boy whom I rejected to train?", he turns at Serena. Serena frowns her eyes at the reply, unable to get who he is referring, "....You mean Lord Raphael's son….Uriel Quoren?" "YES! EXACTLY!..Did I ever tell you the reason? You know...his whole core was dark!! There wasn't any hope left. So…it was better to let him be.", Julius sadly ends his line where he started in excitement.