Novelas y relatos de Re Zero

Ren said, his eyes burning with the cold fire of a revolution that had just gone global. He looked at Leo and Kara. "We wake every player. We arm every NPC. We turn Aethelgard into an impenetrable fortress." Ren slung the rifle over his shoulder, his posture straightening into that of a true commander. "Server Zero is officially online. And we are going to burn their entire network to the ground."

His organs were unruptured. He had survived the anvil. Baraka rolled onto his back, staring up at the clear blue sky, a ragged, exhausted laugh escaping his lips. Back in the Deep Warren, the radio crackled to life. "Command, this is Zero," Baraka’s voice came through, weary but triumphant. "The artillery is functional. Tell Malik to bring his iron. I’ll break it." The Free North had its weapon. Patient Zero had leveled up.

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.*

he deadpanned leaving me speechless, his lips curled up as if he just won a trophy, I let out a shaky breath looking down at my trembling hands on the table, my salary was about six digits per month so paying 70% the amount of it…..how many zeros would that be? I asked myself, making a quick calculation before consulting the HR team. I started to feel a cold sweat forming all over my body.

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

***MATURE CONTENT ** Raven’s POV A laugh escaped my mouth as I looked over at Rhyland who almost fell clean off of the roof. It had been a few days since we made it to Zanatra thanks to his mother and her necklace, and our first stop was to the waters to heal my side. I found myself feeling a million times more refreshed than ever and my body felt so alive. Since my arrival back, I began to slowly but surely rebuild the kingdom my parents once reigned over. Cassius had walked the beaches earlier and picked trash up along with anything else that doesn’t belong there while Rhyland and I rebuilt the buildings that had been wiped out by the war.

Jane said "Luis knows what caused this mess and while saying this to Johnson… A bunch of zombie started coming towards them. They ran into their van and drove off. When they got to where there were no zombies. Jane packed the van and brought out the note and gave it to Johnson. Johnson reads; "Water from the east is contaminated, avoid drinking it" then Jane said - "In that depot, All the water stored there is from the east, I guess that is the reason it was marked red... "We need to stop this, we need to put an end to this. We need to get back to DC talked to the matured one's and take them along with us we need to check why the water contain virus" Jane said

The screen began to flicker with heavy white static lines as the old signal started to break down. "Beware of Subject Zero-Zero," the first Noah warned, his voice straining through the growing static. "He carries Arthur's ambition and my appearance. If he reaches Station Zero before you, he will use the master core to overwrite the genetic stability of every clone boy alive, forcing their bodies to break down... Find me in Norilsk, Noah. Save your brothers..." BZZZZZT! The screen went dark. The quiet hum of the iron box cut off, and the red light turned off completely.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

It’s nearly 11:00 PM on the night of Day 6. "It doesn't all come back at once," he explains, his voice heavy with the weight of the secret. "Every time this happens, the brain rebuilds itself in stages. You won't fully remember the last seven years until midnight on the seventh day. It’s like your mind has to be sure you can handle the pain of the accidents before it gives you back the joy of the marriage." "Midnight tomorrow," I whisper. "Midnight tomorrow," he repeats. "The reset officially ends. You'll be twenty-five again. You’ll know my name, you’ll know our house, and you’ll remember why we decided to keep fighting."