Re Zero Spirit Novels & Stories

Zen took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “The Godfather is my idol! The Godfather is my dream! The Godfather is my only sponsor, and I don’t need any training equipment! I am Zen from no particular family. My hobbies include cooking and gaming. To the families from the Round Table who sent my sponsorship contracts, I hereby reject your offers.” As soon as Zen said that, he heard the sound of a new notification. [The Godfather is very pleased with your bold declaration of war against the Round Table! You have been awarded 1,000 credits.]

Mila came back with three margaritas and gave each one of us a glass. "Let's toast!" Lisa says loudly trying to be heard over the music. "To us, may we achieve everything we set our minds to. May we be happy and successful wherever in this world we may end up, may we continue getting that vitamin D” she winked at that last statement, then continued. “At least some of us. And lastly, may we forever be best friends!" We raise our glasses clink against one another.

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

I held it like a grenade. "You wanted the perfect successor?" I asked, my voice a whisper that filled the void. "Well, here’s your 'Year Zero'!" I slammed the spark into the "Void-Gold" heart. The explosion didn't make a sound. It made a Story. A billion memories—the smell of fried plantains in the Rust-District, the sound of the Lagos rain on a tin roof, the weight of a ten-billion-dollar price tag, the feel of Dante’s hand in mine—erupted from the "Zero-Point." We didn't just stop the reset; we Overwrote it.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

“You’re tall. I hate tall.” “Sorry.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. Just me. Hurts my neck looking up all the time.” She fidgeted, pushing her glasses back. “Speaking of ghosts, did you know fluoride causes the calcification of the pineal gland, shutting down our so-called sixth sense? This, along with the parents who condition their children from a young age by telling them such things aren’t real, is what basically closes the veil and keeps it closed. Most people can’t even see the resonance of the ghosts around them. Wouldn’t you agree?”

: 1 HP. :40 Exp. :(60/200) Stats Strength :7 Agility. :5 Endurance. :7 Stamina. :5 Mutation control level : 1 Mutation energy. :(100/100) Mod energy. :(100/100) Family No. : 0 Credits : 1,00,400 Condition. : poor eyesight Build. : thin Combat Strength :24 Skills learned. : None

She quickly counted them, making sure Clara or HR hadn't missed any when they typed up the new agreement. One. Two. Three. Four. Five! Five zeros! Five freaking zeros. She wondered about the extent of Liam's problem. It must be severe for him to have agreed to such a ridiculous amount, and for a brief second, she felt like the worst person on earth for exploiting a sick man. But any guilt she may have felt was gone when she remembered the way he'd lashed out at her. After the way he treated her, she deserved every one of those goddamn zeros, Eden thought as she slowly cruised home, content with the world and life again.

I can see in her how tired and broken she is. "Hestia... I'm sorry... Please come back..." Hecate murmured in her sleep. I just sigh and started picking up the empty liquor bottles on the floor. "My love... Please come back... I'm sorry." Hecate keeps murmuring in her sleep. I sigh, poured myself a glass of scotch, and immediately chug it down and whisper. "I'm sorry my friend." I sigh, put the glass down on the table and resume picking up the empty liquor bottles.

Jason said lightly. "Do you have any requirements? Do you want me to get someone to send this holy object of Rive Martial Arts back?" Jason grabbed the Snow Soul that had fallen from the Warrior Sage's hand and sized up the blade. Feeling the coldness from it, he looked at the Warrior Sage of Rive and asked. "There's no need. My Rive's holy object and Rive Ninjutsu Secret Skill will be taken back by the descendants of my Rive." A smile appeared on Rive Warrior Sage's pale face. The next moment, his figure suddenly fell to the surface of the lake.