Zero Rem Novels & Stories

Ruby tried explaining-but with the way things were, nick looked totally confused. "Ok, boy. That's enough. However, I actually came here to warn you. You have three supernatural powers which you inherited from me. I am a very great grandma of yours. I'm in the seventeenth line of your family generation. I know you may not understand. But however, your powers are: one-the ability to see ghosts. Two- you have a special word which you can say anytime to get out of trouble but you will later get to know the word as you grow. And three- I wouldn't tell you now. You might disclose it to other people. And like I said, you will get to know it as you grow."

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR POV:v Damon 4AM in the morning. Different from September 3 years ago. Everything about it was different. The 38 weeks instead of 27. The calm instead of the controlled panic. The specific quality of Zara at 4AM in the morning saying I think so with certainty instead of I thought they’d stop with hope. He had the bag by the door. Had had it there for 3 weeks. He texted Marcus from the hallway. One line.

His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face. His voice, muffled against the pillow, grew hoarse until only a whisper remained. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His phone buzzed again. His assistant was on the other end, voice tight with urgency. "Mr. Wynn, 60% of Wynn Group's shares have just been transferred out." Jasper pulled himself together and rushed to the office. When he pushed open the conference room doors, the board members were already waiting, and not one of them looked sympathetic.

And suddenly the emptiness disappeared. Emotion cracked across his face instantly. Relief. Real relief. “You’re alive.” Ava stumbled backward slightly. “Who are you?” The question visibly hurt him. For one tiny second, pain flashed through his expression. Then vanished again beneath unnatural calm. “They erased me from you too.” Luca stepped forward protectively. “Stay away from her.” Zero barely acknowledged him. His entire focus remained fixed on Ava. “She doesn’t remember anything?” Damien answered quietly: “No.” Zero closed his eyes briefly.

Only the silence of a thousand hearts that didn't beat. "My name is **Unit R-01**," the double said. "But for the sake of the ledger, you may call me **Remnant**. And I am here to facilitate the transition of the remaining organic matter into the Archive." "Organic matter?" I spat, stepping up beside the real Rowan. I was trembling, the weight of the "Reboot" still making my head swim. I felt frail, stripped of the violet fire that had defined me for so long. "You’re talking about people. Families. Pups who have just seen the sun for the first time."

UNKNOWN USER: ZERO Vanessa’s eyes widened. “The ghost.” Inside the garage Wolfe looked at his phone. The detonator signal had failed. For the first time— He frowned. Leo whispered quietly, “Zero just saved us.” Then another message appeared on the screen. Three words. NOT FOR YOU.

Crane’s eyes gleamed. “Because my legacy didn’t die with me. It multiplied.” He pointed to the boy. “To him.” He pointed to Elias. “To you.” And then— He pulled a remote from his coat. Elias shouted— “Don’t—” Crane pressed the button. The far wall opened. Revealing a second Elias. Eyes dead. Hands twitching. No soul. Just machinery wrapped in flesh. “Meet Version Zero,” Crane said. “The control specimen. The one with no memory. No emotion. No resistance. Pure obedience.”

They began to fall toward the atmosphere below, where they would burn up like shooting stars. MISSION COMPLETE. SIGNAL SILENCED. REWARD: 40,000 CREDITS. THE AFTERMATH Ren logged out. He felt tired. Bone deep tired. The Zero-G missions always messed with his inner ear, leaving him dizzy and nauseous. He walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. His hand shook slightly. He opened his laptop to the Aethelgard News Feed. He knew what he would see. BREAKING NEWS: GLOBAL INTERNET OUTAGE

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

: 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