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
Birds and Bats
As the time for their scheduled match drew closer, Roovan felt the jitters take over his body. He was not ready to fight that vampire. Even though Ruth hasn't been in the village for long, nobody doubted his strength. Vampires, even on Earth, were known to be one of the most powerful supernaturals that existed. They had insanely high regenerative abilities, speed like no other and terrifying strength on top of their blood gift. If Roovan had a choice, he didn't want to go up against such a terrifying foe.
Ruth stretched to warm up. There were fewer people watching the night battle. Zero did his best to help light the village square with light magic lanterns and fireflies. However, it was still rather dim. The children had gone to bed and some guests had left. Those who had to tend to the garden tomorrow opted to have an early night so Zero only counted about fifteen villagers including the participants.