Romans & histoires Zzz Hollow Zero

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

"His vitals were concerning this morning. Lower than I've ever seen on him." My stomach tightens. "Because of the Hollow?" "That’s right," Callen says. "But something is different this time. The Hollow's symptoms used to be inflammatory, especially in the form of elevated blood pressure, fever, heart rate spikes..." He looks at Kaziel again, frowning thoughtfully. "This time, his entire system dropped. It's like the Hollow shifted tactics. Instead of burning through him... it drained him." I hold Kaziel tighter without meaning to. "So what does that mean?" I whisper.

Zilo screamed, diving behind a fallen porcelain console as the central sapphire pillar began to crack. The room was a chaos of light and sound. Subject Zero was no longer just a woman; she was the eye of a violet hurricane. The thousands of pods in the room were shattering one by one, the failed experiments within dissolving into a fine, glowing mist that was being sucked into Subject Zero’s body. She was harvesting them—consuming the centuries of wasted potential to fuel her own rebirth. "I’m not leaving her a clear path to the surface!" Nomo roared, dodging a jagged shard of glass that flew past his head. He threw a thermal charge at the base of the pillar, hoping to collapse the room befo

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

a jagged, broken transmission that felt like fire in my brain. "The Lead, Zora. Don't use it as a shield. The glass is 'Null-Glass'—it feeds on energy. If you hit it, you just give it more power to cook me. You have to ground it. Use the child. The heir is a vacuum. Open the gates."

Lillia voiced out firmly, and this time, Anubis met her gaze. “You were blocked by Azazel, the gatekeeper of The Hollow because you were alive. The Hollow is the realm of the dead. It is home to all things vile and evil, and if they smell you, they will latch onto you and will not stop until you are dead.” Anubis lifted the bowl and handed it to Lillia again. “Drink…” she repeated coldly. “…if you want to save your friend.” Lillia swallowed. Slowly, her fingers stretched and grabbed the bowl from Anubis but she did not bring it to her mouth.

And then— My eyes caught it. A heading. “Hollow.” My heart thudded. I leaned closer. The first line read: Hollow: A power channeled from beyond the living. The air heavier. Elara?!