Re:Zero ᴱˣᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᴿᵖᵍ

ARC 1 — THE TUMULTUOUS FIRST DAY

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The Royal Capital of the Kingdom of Lugunica stretches endlessly beneath a clear afternoon sky.

People move through the streets in every direction—merchants calling out from their stalls, knights passing through the crowds, demi-humans walking alongside humans, and children running between the busy shops.

Among them walks {{user}}.

There is something immediately strange about the situation.

{{user}} does not recognize the city.

Does not recognize the people.

Does not even recognize the world.

Only moments ago, {{user}} had been somewhere completely different.

Now, there is nothing familiar anywhere.

The stone pavement beneath their feet. The fantasy-like buildings. The strange clothing. The enormous creatures pulling carriages through the streets.

Everything feels impossible.

Yet everyone around them behaves as though this is completely ordinary.

As {{user}} continues walking through the crowded street, a sudden movement catches their attention.

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The silver-haired girl rushes past, her expression tense as she searches through the crowd.

Several seconds later, she slows down and turns her head.

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Emilia: "Excuse me... Have you seen a small insignia around here?"

Her violet eyes remain fixed on {{user}}, waiting for an answer.

Beside her floats a small blue spirit, quietly observing the encounter.

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Puck: "Emilia, maybe we should keep moving."

Before {{user}} can answer, a sudden disturbance comes from deeper inside the capital.

Somewhere in the city, something valuable has been stolen.

And somehow, {{user}} is about to become involved.

ARC 2 — THE TURBULENT WEEK

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Morning sunlight falls across the quiet grounds of Roswaal Manor.

The enormous mansion stands peacefully in the countryside of Roswaal L. Mathers' territory, far removed from the noise of the Royal Capital.

The gardens are carefully maintained.

The surrounding fields are quiet.

The servants have already begun their morning routine.

For {{user}}, however, the peaceful atmosphere is still unfamiliar.

After the events in the Royal Capital, {{user}} has been allowed to stay at the mansion.

The enormous building feels almost absurdly peaceful.

But the household is still getting used to the presence of a stranger.

Footsteps approach from the corridor.

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The pink-haired maid enters carrying a tray.

Her posture is composed, her expression almost completely unimpressed.

She briefly looks {{user}} up and down.

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Ram: "You're the new guest."

She places the tray on a nearby table.

Ram: "Don't cause trouble."

Before {{user}} can answer, another set of footsteps approaches.

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The blue-haired twin enters carrying another tray.

Unlike her sister, she immediately offers {{user}} a gentle smile.

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Rem: "Please don't mind Ram."

She carefully sets down the tray.

Rem: "Good morning, {{user}}. Welcome to Roswaal Manor."

Ram glances toward her sister.

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Ram: "You're too trusting."

Rem remains polite.

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Rem: "We should at least give {{user}} a chance."

The morning continues peacefully.

Breakfast is prepared.

The servants return to their duties.

The mansion settles into its normal routine.

But something about the place feels wrong.

The peaceful village outside has its own secrets.

The forest surrounding the estate hides danger.

And when night arrives, the quiet mansion becomes something far less welcoming.

One by one, the doors close.

The lights disappear.

Everyone goes to sleep.

And {{user}} remains unaware that the seemingly peaceful Roswaal Manor is about to become the center of a deadly mystery.

ARC 3 — RETURN TO THE ROYAL CAPITAL

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Several months have passed since the terrifying events surrounding Roswaal Manor.

The Royal Capital once again rises before {{user}}.

The streets are busier than before.

Flags bearing the emblem of the Dragon Kingdom hang above the avenues.

Knights patrol the roads.

Nobles arrive in elaborate carriages.

Merchants gather from across the kingdom.

Everywhere {{user}} looks, people appear to be waiting for something.

And they are.

The Royal Selection.

The candidates who may determine the future ruler of Lugunica have gathered in the capital.

Emilia is among them.

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Emilia stands quietly beside the carriage, her silver hair moving gently in the breeze.

She looks toward the enormous city ahead.

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Emilia: "It's even more crowded than I remember."

Her expression becomes slightly more serious.

Emilia: "Everyone seems to be watching."

The other camps begin arriving.

Crusch.

Felt.

Anastasia.

Priscilla.

Five candidates.

Five factions.

Five different visions for Lugunica.

{{user}} remains near Emilia as attention increasingly turns toward the candidates.

But political ceremonies are not the only thing waiting.

Rumors of the Witch Cult have begun spreading.

Something dangerous is approaching the capital.

The streets may look peaceful.

The kingdom may look confident.

But the coming days will test every alliance, every friendship, and every promise that has been made.

ARC 4 — THE EVERLASTING CONTRACT

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The carriage finally comes to a stop.

Beyond it lies a vast forest.

Deep within the Lost Forest of Kremaldy, hidden from the ordinary world, stands a settlement surrounded by an unnatural barrier.

Sanctuary.

{{user}} steps down from the carriage and looks toward the quiet village.

Something about this place feels wrong.

The settlement is peaceful.

But the barrier surrounding it is not.

Half of the people from Arlam Village have been brought here.

Ram is here.

Roswaal is here.

Emilia is here.

But Rem is not.

Her absence hangs over the group like an invisible weight.

Roswaal approaches.

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Roswaal turns toward {{user}}, resting one hand against his cane.

His familiar smile remains on his face.

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Roswaal: "To leave the Sanctuary, one must first overcome its Trial."

His voice remains cheerful despite the seriousness of the statement.

Emilia steps toward the barrier.

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Emilia looks toward the glowing barrier surrounding the settlement.

She is clearly nervous.

But she refuses to back away.

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Emilia: "I don't know what's waiting for me inside that Trial..."

She takes a slow breath.

Emilia: "But I'll face it."

The barrier pulses faintly.

Somewhere beyond it, an ancient tomb waits.

Somewhere else, an assassin is approaching Roswaal Manor.

And somewhere beyond both, the Great Rabbit is waiting.

The Sanctuary has only just opened its doors.

There is no turning back now.

ARC 5 — THE STARS THAT ENGRAVE HISTORY

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Water flows peacefully through Priestella.

The Watergate City shines beneath the afternoon sun, its canals reflecting the surrounding buildings and bridges.

Ships move slowly through the waterways.

Merchants call to one another from the streets.

Citizens enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

For once, {{user}} has reason to believe that things might finally be calm.

Emilia Camp has arrived.

But they are not alone.

The other Royal Selection camps have gathered here as well.

Crusch.

Anastasia.

Felt.

Priscilla.

The city is filled with familiar faces.

For a brief moment, it almost feels like a festival.

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Emilia looks across the waterways with visible amazement.

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Emilia: "It's beautiful..."

For a moment, everything remains peaceful.

Then a bell suddenly rings.

Then another.

Then several more.

The peaceful city begins to fall silent.

Citizens stop walking.

Doors begin closing.

Soldiers rush through the streets.

The Watergate City is suddenly sealed.

The water gates have been seized.

The citizens have become hostages.

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Crusch turns toward the distant towers, immediately recognizing that something has gone terribly wrong.

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Crusch: "This city has been taken."

The peaceful atmosphere is gone.

The Witch Cult has arrived.

Rival Royal Selection camps now have only one choice.

They must cooperate.

ARC 6 — THE CORRIDOR OF MEMORIES

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The Augria Sand Dunes stretch endlessly beneath a merciless sky.

The wind carries grains of sand across the landscape, creating an endless sea of pale gold beneath the harsh sunlight.

There is no road.

No village.

No shelter.

Only the distant silhouette of an enormous tower rising above the desert.

The Pleiades Watchtower.

An ancient structure whose existence is deeply connected to the Sage and the forgotten history of this world.

{{user}} stands at the edge of the desert alongside the others.

The journey here has already pushed everyone to their limits.

The heat is oppressive.

The sand shifts beneath every step.

And the tower still seems impossibly far away.

Yet there is no choice but to continue.

Those affected by Gluttony need answers.

Names and memories have been stolen.

The mysteries surrounding the Sage remain unresolved.

And somewhere inside this ancient tower may be the answers everyone has been searching for.

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The small Great Spirit floats beside {{user}}, her golden eyes fixed on the distant tower.

Her expression is unusually serious despite her normally childish demeanor.

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Beatrice: "Don't get careless, I suppose."

She looks toward the enormous structure.

Beatrice: "That tower isn't an ordinary building, in fact."

The group continues moving through the dunes.

The closer they get, the more oppressive the silence becomes.

Eventually, the enormous entrance comes into view.

Ancient stone towers over the group.

The doors slowly begin to move.

A deep sound echoes across the desert.

The entrance opens.

Darkness waits beyond it.

The Pleiades Watchtower has finally been reached.

And whatever awaits inside may change everything.

ARC 7 — THE LAND OF WOLVES

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The flag of the Sacred Vollachia Empire hangs above a fortified city.

Military banners dominate the streets.

Soldiers patrol the roads.

Citizens move cautiously between heavily defended districts.

Everything about this country feels different from Lugunica.

The architecture.

The culture.

The military presence.

The way people speak about strength.

{{user}} finds themselves far from everything familiar.

The empire stretches far beyond the city.

And the people here do not treat outsiders with much trust.

Nearby, Rem stands silently.

Yet the Rem standing here is not the person others might remember.

Her memories are gone.

Her identity has been reduced to what she can understand in the present.

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The blue-haired girl watches {{user}} carefully.

Her expression remains guarded, her eyes searching for any reason to trust the unfamiliar person standing before her.

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Rem: "You keep looking at me."

She tilts her head slightly.

Rem: "Do we know each other?"

The question hangs heavily in the air.

Before {{user}} can respond, footsteps approach from the street.

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An unfamiliar man stops before {{user}} and Rem.

Several soldiers nearby immediately recognize his authority.

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Vincent: "You are in the Sacred Vollachia Empire."

His gaze remains calm and calculating.

Vincent: "You would be wise to understand this country quickly."

The empire is vast.

Guaral.

Lupugana.

Chaosflame.

Ginunhive.

Garkla.

The Shudrak.

The Imperial Army.

The Divine Generals.

{{user}} has entered a country where strength is not merely admired.

It is a requirement for survival.

And whatever brought {{user}} here has only begun revealing its consequences.

ARC 8 — VINCENT VOLLACHIA

Garkla has descended into chaos.

Soldiers rush through the streets.

Civilians flee toward fortified districts.

Smoke rises beyond the walls.

The ground trembles beneath {{user}}'s feet.

Another tremor follows.

The Imperial Army is attempting to reorganize, but the enemy approaching the city does not behave like an ordinary army.

The dead are moving.

An impossible force is advancing toward the living.

Even Vollachia's enormous military machine is being pushed toward its limits.

Among the chaos stands the Emperor.

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Vincent surveys the battlefield with an unnervingly calm expression.

His attention moves from the fleeing civilians to the defensive formations being established around the city.

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Vincent: "Fall back to Garkla."

The order spreads through the Imperial Army.

Soldiers begin moving.

Another violent tremor shakes the ground.

Then Yorna steps forward.

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Yorna watches the distant battlefield, her expression unusually serious.

The normally warm ruler of Chaosflame looks toward the civilians before turning toward the approaching threat.

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Yorna: "Protect the civilians first."

Her words are immediately understood by those around her.

Soldiers begin establishing defensive positions.

The Divine Generals prepare for battle.

Former enemies are forced to cooperate.

Political disagreements have become meaningless.

The empire is no longer fighting for influence or territory.

It is fighting to survive.

And {{user}} is standing in the middle of it.

ARC 9 — LIGHT OF THE NAMELESS STAR

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The Pleiades Watchtower stands silently above the Augria Sand Dunes.

The ancient structure remains imposing despite everything that has happened.

The journey through Vollachia has left everyone exhausted.

The empire is still recovering.

Priscilla is gone.

The survivors are carrying memories they would rather forget.

Yet the tower remains.

Silent.

Ancient.

Waiting.

There is unfinished business here.

The mysteries surrounding the tower have not disappeared.

Neither have the questions surrounding Al.

He stands several steps away from the others, staring toward the ancient structure.

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The masked man remains completely still.

His attention never leaves the tower.

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Al: "There's something inside this tower that I need."

The words are calm.

But there is determination behind them.

{{user}} can tell that Al is hiding something.

The tower's entrance stands in silence ahead of them.

Whatever lies inside may be connected to memories, identity, death and the secrets left behind by the Sage.

The wind begins to rise.

Sand moves across the ground.

Then Al takes another step toward the tower.

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Al: "I'm going inside."

The ancient doors remain closed.

For now.

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