All Chapters of RE: ZERON I will return for you, even if it takes a million : Chapter 11
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Chapter 11 : another second chance
Once again, I found myself in a place of blinding radiance. I didn't know where I was; there was nothing but an infinite, white void. It felt like the air itself was made of static, humming against my skin. Suddenly, a force pulled me at a speed that felt faster than sound. The white faded, and I was thrust into the middle of the cosmos, surrounded by stars and swirling galaxies. I knew I had been here before, but I didn't understand why I had returned. The cold, vast silence of space pressed in on me, making me feel impossibly small. A light approached me, and as it drew closer, I recognized the Time Sword. In an inexplicable moment, it lunged toward me, plunging itself directly into my heart. I was paralyzed. My perception of reality began to fracture. Shards of images and memories flooded my mind, chaotic and overwhelming. I was so confused that I couldn't tell if what I was seeing was real or just a horrific nightmare. My head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic ache that pulsed in
chapter 12 : Responsibilities and Resolutions
Our journey remained peaceful. The road was quiet, the air cooling as the sun climbed. We successfully distanced ourselves from Hayem without incident, the tension finally bleeding out of my shoulders. By morning, we reached the town of Kitam. Much like Hayem, it was a prosperous place with a vibrant community, but being an open city, it felt lighter. The gates stayed wide for travelers of all races and origins. I let out a long sigh and stretched my aching muscles, my joints popping after the long trek. I wasn't sure if I was nervous or excited, but looking at the bustling market stalls, I knew I had to accept that my world had changed. I was no longer just an ordinary town guard walking a familiar beat. "This is the first time I’ve ever set foot in another town," I mused, watching a merchant haggle over a crate of spices. We headed inside to explore. Over a hot meal at a local tavern—the smell of roasted meat a welcome change from trail rations—we discussed our itinerary.
Chapter 13 : Seeds of Survival
Chapter 13 After we finished eating, I walked the young Musangs—Ava, Ana, and Aya—back to the church. The evening air was cooling, and the streets were quieter now. When we arrived, they showed us the small storage room the nun had let them use. It was a cramped space, smelling of dust and mildew, filled with broken furniture and old crates. They had cleared a single corner to sleep in, huddled together on the hard floor. "They really can’t stay here," I muttered, looking at the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. "The place is filthy and far too small." Ora floated beside me, her expression unreadable. She noted that staying there would eventually make them targets, especially as they got older. Musangs were naturally strong and agile, born with the instincts of hunters. People would undoubtedly try to capture them for slavery, just as they had with Lavender. The only reason they were still free was that they weren't yet "of age" to be considered profitable labor. "What do you t
chapter 14 : The Descent of the Frost Dragon
On the fifth day of training, the morning air in the forest was crisp and smelled of damp earth. I spent the hours teaching the children how to forage, showing them how to spot the difference between edible roots and poisonous ones. We gathered dry branches and flint, and I sat them down to practice striking sparks until a small fire crackled between us. I knew they couldn't rely on the marketplace forever; they needed the forest to be their pantry. I pointed out tracks of small game, explaining the balance of hunting—take only what you need so the woods stay full. To round out their skills, I showed them the clusters of wild berries and hardy fruits hidden in the brush. Since it was Lavender’s turn to supervise their physical drills, I grabbed my coin pouch and headed back toward town to restock our cooking supplies. The atmosphere in the city streets was electric, but not with joy. I noticed squads of soldiers moving with a frantic, rhythmic pace toward the central plaza. Then
chapter 15 : The ice dragon, frexia
When I opened my eyes again, I was floating in the middle of a vast void, and the Time Sword was closer to me than ever before. It pulsed with a blinding radiance, emitting a light so piercing I was forced to shield my eyes. When I finally blinked them open again, I found myself standing in the hallway, staring at the door of our rented room. The air felt stale and still, a sharp contrast to the cold nothingness of the void. My knees buckled. Though my physical wounds had vanished, my energy was completely spent. The exhaustion and the trauma of my death hadn't faded; I found myself gasping for air, lungs burning. I felt the rough, splintered wooden floor beneath my palms and knew this wasn't just a dream. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. "I’ve come back from death... again," I whispered, staring at my trembling hands. After a moment to catch my breath, I scrambled to my feet and threw open the door. Inside, I saw Lavender, the children, and Ora preparing
chapter 16 : The Dragon in Chains
As we racked our brains for a solution, Ora suddenly remembered something. "That’s it! I can get you inside without anyone seeing you." I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden spark of confidence in her voice. How on earth did she plan to smuggle a human into a high-security prison without alerting a single guard? "You can enter the space within the Time Sword," she explained. "Once you’re inside, I can place the sword into the magic ring." I was stunned. She went on to explain that because I had formed a pact and merged with the sword, I was now part of the Celestial Item itself. A master entering their own weapon was a process similar to how the weapon retreated into the crystal embedded in the master’s body. She mentioned that I could effectively possess the sword, just as the sword possessed me during battle. She then produced the Magic Ring—a storage item for spirit tools—from her mouth. Her plan was simple: once I was inside the sword and tucked away in the ring, Ora c
chapter 17 : The Dragon’s Pride
The following day, we finalized our preparations to rescue Frexia. The morning air was biting and damp, clinging to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t entirely certain that breaking her out was the "right" thing to do, but if we chose to wait for her to lose control and then tried to stop her after she fully manifested as the Ice Dragon, the mission would be nearly impossible. By dawn, we were already in position, monitoring the soldiers guarding the prison. Their movements remained routine and unchanged—a slow, rhythmic patrol that only added to my growing tension. "Wait, Aren—are you sure about this?" Ora asked. Her voice was barely a whisper, cutting through the stillness of the pre-dawn light. "If they find out you helped these bandits escape, they’ll brand you an enemy of the state. They might even hunt you down." "I'm doing this to save everyone," I replied, my throat feeling unnaturally dry. "This is our only window to get them out." I turned to Lavender, urging her to r
Chapter 18 : The battle between the dragon and feline
The minutes felt like hours as I clashed with Frexia. I was constantly being sent skidding across the dirt, my body vibrating from the sheer force of parrying her blows. The dry, churned-up earth kicked into my face, coating my tongue with grit. Even when my blocks were technically perfect, the raw kinetic energy behind her strikes was enough to launch me off my feet. My arms went numb, the vibration rattling my very bones. The battle raged on, drawing the attention of local soldiers, but even they were no match for the ferocity of a Dragonaire. With a casual wave of her hand, Frexia encased the approaching guards in pillars of frost, halting them instantly. The air temperature plummeted, frost crystals biting at my skin. I fell to my knees, gasping for air, my lungs burning. The sharp scent of ozone and cooling ice filled the space around me. My stamina was bottoming out just from the effort of self-preservation; I hadn't even managed to graze her. Frexia walked toward me wi
Chapter 19 : The dragonaire's burden.
Frexia unleashed a massive aura, the air around her distorting with raw, concentrated power. She braced herself, muscles coiling like a predator, ready to lunge at Lavender, who was still struggling to stand. Lavender’s knees were trembling, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps from exhaustion. Without a second thought, I triggered Time Freeze. The world slammed into a static, colorless silence. The rustling wind died; the dust motes hanging in the air stood perfectly still. I sprinted toward Lavender, my boots crunching dully on the frozen earth as I moved to shield her from Frexia’s impending strike. My heart is hammering against my ribs, I thought, my mind racing. Should I attack Frexia while time is frozen, or simply parry her blow? There was a high chance her magic barrier remained active even in frozen time, making my attacks useless. Worse, closing the distance might put me in even greater peril. I couldn't be sure I could block her hit without taking damage. No—I kne
Chapter 20 : The Descent into Fury
I tried once more to convince Frexia to trust us. This was her only chance to save her life and protect the survivors of her tribe. Frexia looked down at her hands, lost in thought. She whispered that she desperately wanted to help her people, but she feared it was already too late to run. She gazed into the distance, sensing a contingent of soldiers closing in—sent to arrest the instigators of the town’s chaos and, undoubtedly, to reclaim their escaped prisoner. She admitted that her body had reached its limit. Overusing her ice magic had dropped her internal temperature to dangerous levels, stiffening her limbs and making movement nearly impossible. She needed time for her body to thaw before she could travel on her own. "I can't run," she said grimly. "If I go with you now, I’ll only slow you down until they catch us all." I didn't hesitate. I stepped forward and swept her off her feet, carrying her in a bridal style. She gasped, startled, and began to struggle. "W-what