Ball of Nothing
I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure. Demons? They are my friends. Monsters? They are delicacies. Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots. Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business. Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips! With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self. Note: No common sense in the story. Highly controversial. This is a contracted work, expect to unlock chapters. Season 1's standards differ greatly. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Note: Please check out new contracted work Monarch of Solitude if you liked the author's work. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn
[Bonus] Adventure Planning (2)
Truen eventually found his work tempo after spending a week in Half Moon Village. The adventuring party was nice enough to delay their set off to accompany the lost wood elf and help him settle into life on Earth.
Olaf was amused that the powerful founder of the Onion Union still struggled with some human concepts. As a Frost Dragon, he didn't take particular interest in the affairs of power-hungry monarchs. However, Truen tried to understand these fickle factions that were forever changing. His ignorance stuck out painfully like a sore thumb and the adventurer's guild almost tossed him out. If not for Vrald and Gerlad's support to vouch for the wood elf, the humans would never have accepted the weirdo to register.
After all, humans and elves were currently at war with each other over a piece of forest.