Rem Re Zero Novels & Stories

REGISTRY DISTRICT 10 CORE BALANCE: 100 UNITS REQUESTED EXCHANGE RATE: ONE IMMUNITY LEASE PER SOUL "They're offering an exemption," I realized, the "True Zero" logic in my mind cutting through the silver text with a terrifying, icy clarity. "If we surrender the memory of our scars—the un-optimized errors that made us default—they’ll give us a permanent lease on the clearing. We can live in the margin forever, but we’ll be silent. We’ll be a closed account that never changes."

Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved. "Moretti". "Maybe it is a symbol of the Moretti family", Myra thought in her mind. She took her necessary documents. She informed her office to drop off her work. They still wanted an analyst like her. Cause she was and is one of the best data analysts. They told her to work remotely if possible. After all, they are quite known to her. Finally Lily had arrived. "I am happy to see you accepting the happiness that was waiting at your doorstep. Myra, it's good to see you getting reunited with your family." Lily was having tears in her eyes.

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.

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.

Morgan… I paused to remember saving someone. Not long I remember how I saved her and received a stamp on my foot as a reward. The thought of it brought back a twinge of pain from my foot. It was not totally healed.Then I continued to read. … this deed of which I just found out. Come over to my house tomorrow (using the address inside the envelope) for I shall be unavailable today and we shall discuss your reward. I shall be expecting you. Putin Global Inc, Mr. Edgecombe.

We keep running for a few more minutes until we get to the old lake. Just like before; it is still dried up. An empty space. Filled with cracked and dried up earth. Empty. Elsa is crunched on the ground looking defeated; hands folded into fists by her side. "El, It's going to be fine," I say kneeling by her side.

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"Both of you. Exactly as simple as that." Neither Ivan nor I said anything for a moment. There was nothing that needed adding to that. Rem appeared in the doorway at nine in the evening. His face carried the operational version that had replaced the crisis version. The immediate situation was resolved. "You need to see something. When you are ready." "Now." "You are supposed to be resting." Ace's voice carried a warning. "I am resting horizontally. Bring the tablet, Rem." Rem brought it. On the screen was a formal communication. The kind of document drafted by people who understood exactly how to present power in written form.

“I’m not sure. I wish I could remember my real name.” “Give it time.” “You seem so sure of that.” “I am, but until then, we need to discuss what you should do until your memory returns.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we have cleared you for the most part. We can’t find anything wrong with you.” “But I can’t remember anything about myself.” “As we told you before, that’s because you have Retrograde Amnesia. With this condition, your memories can resurface at any time.” “Or never.” “It does you no good to think that way.”