Re Zero Visual Novels & Stories

Zain Centineo leisurely collected the paper cup of hot, black coffee from Glen Cameron and emptied it on the teenage Albino lying down on the floor. The boy instantly groaned out and winced in horror, the coffee was scorching hot when it penetrated through his uniform shirt, it felt like acid on his skin.

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.

𝘐𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘢- "Zero!" Raghuvendra's panic filled voice interrupted his thoughts and he straightened up looking at the old man, his wrinkled face had the urgency that only meant one thing. Zero folded his white shirt sleeves up to his elbows as he rushed out to see his computer where the pictures of Kali's recent kill were. He pressed his lips, slight annoyance growing on him as he read the message on the grey wall which was meant for him. 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵.

Sharon had decided to continue from where she had left. She again showed the presentation and showed a picture of a gravity gun, it was also a good and rare mod, but they were easily available on the market as they were mass-produced easily. Jasmine went to the front and showed what the gravity gun can do. She literally made the table in the front float on air for 10 seconds, before she lost control and had to place the table down quickly.

Lozano here just chuckled at the both of us. “Now why don’t you kill me like what you said huh? Elexier?” *phone beeps* I punched my steering wheel and I can see that my eyes are slowly forming drops of teras. But I cleared kit right away because I won’t see the roe. I swear! I’m gonna make him pay! Wait for me Amira, I’ll come and save you both!

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

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

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

The next morning, Mr. Skylar asked to meet me in person. The moment I arrived, I apologized sincerely. "I'm so sorry you had to be there for the scene yesterday, Mr. Skylar." Mr. Skylar waved it off with a look of admiration on his face. "That swamp of a company was never worthy of you, Suzanna. I only trust you with my 50-million deal. Wherever you go, the contract goes with you. Then he added, "By the way, I happen to be looking for a vice president. Are you interested?"

This was Sector 7—the primary water-filtration plant located on the coastal edge of the New Dar es Salaam mega-structure. "Squad Zero, comms check," Ren ordered, his voice echoing with the cold, metallic modulation of his virtual tactical helmet. "Tank, online and ready to farm," Leo’s booming voice replied. Down on the ground floor, Leo’s massive, matte-black Juggernaut armor materialized from a cluster of blue loading pixels. He unslung his rotary heavy machine gun, the weapon giving off a low, predatory hum.