Rem Re Zero Novels & Stories

[Remorhaz -Mystic rank] Level 78 HP:9000 CON:900 ATK:120. STR:24 DEF:98. DEX:19 MP:70. INT:14 Speed:23. AGI:23 [Skills: fire immunity(Unique) Ice immunity(Unique) Darkvision(R) Crushing Bite(Elite) Conversion(Mystic) Poison Spines(Elite) Heated body(Mystic)]

he announced as he stepped out of the headquarters' CONTROL ROOM B. C O N T R O L R O O M A. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Control Room A is the most private part of the facility where only Ezecarl Zlatan is authorized to enter. Zlatan's hair and sputum were the only keys to enter. The security of the room is so strict because it contains all the secret formulas used in the experiment. There are the tools they had when they made their first-time machine. The blueprint for the resurrection machine is also there. There are many juvenile drugs and various poisons as well as a lot of machinery and liquids that you would think impossible.

How will I be able to start a new life again if I know, that he's already gone and no matter what I do, he will never come back again. Even if I cry blood, he will never come back again in my arms. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I shouted to the top of my lungs. I wanted to forget everything, I wanted to erase the memories. I just wanted to let myself flows in the river.

Integrity +1 → 8/10 Remy Dagger Sync +1 → 95% Celeste Valentina Morua—14, Level 2, Crown equipped— curled into Remy ready for Monday and every mist-space night after.

The basket behind them contained more of these unique pieces, raising further questions about their role in merfolk life. Another wall exhibited large and small glass or crystal nodes, shaped like round cylinders with gracefully rounded ends. Joe marveled at these elegant structures, curious about their composition. He could read the Merscript labels, which revealed their name as "Aura Atlas Accessors." The labels also hinted at their significance: "The bigger the node, the stronger and faster the connection."

He was just angry, he didn’t mean it, he already apologized’ I told myself but somehow it didn’t make me feel any better Ugh! I need to stop thinking. I glanced at the dress in my hand, filled with so many memories and I frowned and tossed it over my shoulder. No! I won’t wear that. I opted for my less casual looking jeans and a black tanktop and I pulled them on, just as my phone rang A quick glance at the caller ID told me it was Echo. “Hey girl!” she drawled loudly as I answered “Ready yet?” I looked down at myself and swallowed down a sigh “Yea I guess”

"Have you maybe studied the buttons on the remote or anything like that since last time." "Even better," he pulls me upstairs. Once we're in his room, he shuts the door, "I went back to like the 1900s." "The what?!" "Like 1989 or something. I don't know. The point is, everything looked different. Everything was different. Way before the Reversal." "Wow." He seems so excited. The most excited I've ever seen him. "It was like opposite day or something. The men were literally ruling shit," he shakes his head slowly.

The memory faded. Back to the present. Riley showed up while I was fixing Jordan's collar. She stormed straight in, her heels clicking sharp and grating against the floor. She'd ditched the glasses by now, shed all that small-town plainness—dressed to kill, every detail polished. But as a photographer, I could see the exhaustion caked under all that heavy foundation. Her eyes landed on my hands—the ones currently undoing Jordan's shirt buttons. It was for a shoot. Ad campaign. Cold, restrained aesthetic.