Re Zero Protagonist Novels & Stories

It looked exactly like Leo Vane, but its eyes were made of "Emerald-Suns." "Hello, 'Zero'," the Giant spoke, its voice a tidal wave that shattered every window in the city. "I’m the 'Alpha-1.0'. The blueprint for everything you are. And I’ve decided that the 'Successor' is a 'Failure'." Leo looked at the Giant version of himself. He felt the small, translucent mark on his palm, the mark of the Zero-Variable, begin to burn with a terrifying heat. "Ren," Leo said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "How do you fight something that has your own 'Source-Code'?"

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

The screens in the vault suddenly changed again. A single message appeared across every monitor. HELLO MARCUS. Marcus’s smile disappeared. “You shouldn’t have come back.” Another message appeared. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE EITHER. Sebastian watched the exchange carefully. “You know him.” Marcus didn’t answer. Instead he stepped closer to the console. “Show yourself.” For a moment nothing happened. Then a camera feed opened on one of the screens. Dark room. Rows of computers. And someone sitting in the chair. The mysterious hacker known as Zero.

This was the Redberg Villager symbol for masculine appreciation and salutes or adieus. Two other youngster fighters, each fifteen years old, strutted with them. They were Cronos, Cornelius’s younger brother, a growing future Monster Knight about five-seven feet tall, and his partner Dawar, who had the impression of excess two digits and toes but was not gigantic in length. Both are good-looking, tall, sharp-featured, well-built, balanced weight, and intelligent.

"Phase Two... was born... from my ribs." Elara stepped past Damien, her medical instincts overriding her fear. She knelt four feet away, looking at the faded, weathered serial number tattooed along the creature's exposed collarbone: SUB-00. "Subject Zero," Elara whispered, horror settling cold in her chest. "The prototype. The first human baseline my mother used before Phase One." "Evelyn..." Subject Zero wheezed, his milky, lidless eyes milky with cataracts as he locked onto Elara.

The man's name is Zero. He is Zero, who initially used the services of Zeva as his photographer during his vacation in the Land of the Ice Shards, aka Canada. He is Zero, who just introduced his name to Zeva, but has immediately dared to ask Zeva to take care of her heart for him alone without explaining what kind of relationship they are in.

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

Frost clung to the glass. A figure inside. Human. Small. Damien stepped forward, heart slowing. It was a boy. No older than Asher. But different. Older in some indefinable way. More… finished. Aurora came beside him. “Is that…” “Subject Zero,” Null confirmed, voice hushed. “The prototype. The first viable cross-gene subject. Damien’s genetic template. Not a clone. Not like Daemon. He’s… earlier. Purer.” Damien approached the pod.

"I watched the entire screen recording, and honestly? Luna AI wasn't leading Madison into signing anything. Instead, she was the one who tricked Luna AI into it. She basically sweet-talked and gaslit an AI into promising her a payout." "Luna AI came home like, 'Mom, I'm back. And I kind of owe 160 million dollars to a bunch of people. Can you help me pay it back?' And Nexara was like, 'I have no child as disgraceful as you.'" "Mercury's in retrograde for Nexara. The cards don't lie—the company's luck is rotten in June, and July's looking just as bad. Hit me up for a reading if you want to know more. DM for details."

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"