Re Zero Clown Romane & Geschichten

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

Freda’s POV The room burst into incoherent laughter. People clutched their stomachs and knelt, holding their heads as if they would fall off their necks from the excessive laughter. “That's a good one,” someone shouted. “It's been a while since I had such a good one. You did well.” The screaming continued. I stood there, watching them with a racing heartbeat. When they got satisfied, the laughter subsided. The guy who was referred to as Zero stood up. “Xiva, when did you get these clowns?”

I managed. Ryker looked ready to kill someone. Specifically the clown. The clown simply bowed. I pointed toward the spectacle while struggling to breathe. “Tell me this wasn’t part of your plan.” Zayden wiped tears from his eyes. “It was supposed to be a joke.” Another laugh escaped him. “Not her actual plan.” Kael wandered over at that moment. Unfortunately for him, he arrived just in time to become the next victim. “Who the hell is in the clown costume?” he asked suspiciously.

"If I die, don't hold a funeral for me. Cremate me and scatter my ashes into the sea. I want… to be free to go anywhere I want." Blake's voice shook. "Anna…" "Promise me." "…I promise." I laughed. "Thank you." The countdown hit zero. In my head, the system notification sounded. "Strategy failed. Erasure protocol initiated." I closed my eyes and waited for the end. But then… nothing happened. I opened my eyes again and stared out at the sea. Out on the water, the sun was slowly rising over the horizon. Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath.

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

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.

Renci did not appear. Claura peeled off the orange, put it in her mouth, chewed on the blister deliciously, and said to Hana, "It seems that Mr. O.Renci is busy with something lately. He came to school with his hair disheveled like a crow's nest and his clothes worn for a whole week without changing them. Tom hadn't returned to school from the day he was defeated. I think the clan Leano locked him," Claura clicked her tongue. "Was defeated by a freshman girl from the lowlands, that was so wretched."

“We finish this the way we should’ve from the beginning. On our ground. On our terms.” She looked out the window, where Haon stood beneath the cherry blossom tree, drawing again. His face was calm, but there was a sharpness in his eyes now—awareness. He was no longer a cipher. He was beginning to become a force. “He’ll come for the boy,” Jian said quietly. “He’ll use the clone. The real Project Zero.” Chaewon nodded. “And when he does, we cut the head from the last serpent.” Ezra’s Hidden Compound. The glass case is open, Project Zero blinked awake. He was barely older than Haon, but taller, paler, colder. Not raised in gardens and lullabies, but forged in darkness.

“She’s more advanced than I expected.” “Orders?” Circe turned. “Activate Subject Zero. Now.” Inside the Pod Bay One pod hissed open. Mist rolled onto the floor. A humanoid figure stepped out, tall, male, and nearly identical to Julian. Same eyes. Same build. Same stance. Julian stepped back from the monitor. “That’s what the hell?” Selene stared. “It’s you. She cloned you.” “Not just cloned him,” Alma murmured, still typing. “That’s Subject Zero. She made you her ideal enforcer.”