Novel & Cerita Zero With A Line Through It

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.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

Something miraculous happened right there and then. The red number above his head, stuck at 1170, suddenly plunged like a cliff drop. It dropped to 1,000, 500, 100, and to 0. The value turned zero. Before I could heave relief, the number flickered, its color switching to pink. Was I supposed to interpret the color as love or affection? I should correct myself. The shade of pink was too intense. The digits soared. Not stopping at 1,000, the value climbed to 5,000, then 9,999+.

The line had been crossed. And there was no going back. ---

The system had requested for clearance, a d that was the easiest thing to do, because the information I needed were surprisingly on the file. I typed as quickly as possible, and the files opened. There were geographical surveys, and a blacked out floor plan, stamped with a logo I found difficult to recognize. Then, I saw a circle enclosing a single dot, just a single word. Zero. For no reason, my fingers hovered over the screen. That word alone..Zero...stared back at me. Just a glance at it, I could tell something about it didn't feel like data anymore. It was more like the system recognized me, like it knew I was right there.

It was a small circle. With a line through it. "What does that mean?" I said. "It means something that tried to be there but didn't stay," he said. "The opposite of category eight." He looked at the mark. "It happened. It's in the record. But it didn't stay." He looked at us. "The spiral is for staying. The circle with the line is for the things that tried and couldn't." I looked at Adrian. He was looking at the map. At the spirals and the circle with the line.

Deleted. We are the delete button, Ren realized, staring at his reflection in the dark monitor. But what happens when the user is done typing? They delete the button. The Admin called him an "Asset." Assets depreciate. Assets become liabilities. Eventually, Squad Zero would know too much. Eventually, Jinx would crack the encryption again, or Tank would ask the wrong question. And when that day came, the Admin wouldn't fire them. The Admin would send a drone to Apartment 402.

Me– 0, zero, zilch, nada, none, cero. I weep for my spirit this time. "Ok, see you tomorrow" I said, feeling like the call should end that minute and it did. "Good night Nuts, sleep well we have a long day tomorrow" he said quietly and hung up.

He commanded. "Yes sir." I was tempted to stand at ease but I was wise enough to discard it. I stood in front of his desk, my head bowed a bit while my hands were joined together. I intentionally kept my gaze to the floor to avoid meeting the evident glare he wore at me. "Nikki Hood?" Chad ruffled through his desk and picked his phone up. Turning the screen at me, he shook his head pitifully. "Could you please explain to me what this means?" There on his screen stood all petite version of me, an unshaven bush grown on her private area and a smug grin on her face. My nude image! Not knowing what next to do, I fell in his desk direction, holding my head in place and 'passing out'.