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
Black Mamba
The terrified spy under Truen's spell spilt everything. It didn't take long for Truen to learn everything he needed to know about Deadman Town to use to his advantage. Still, he has to say that he was in luck that the innkeeper took a liking to them. Zero would be in safe hands if he didn't stray too far to ask for information. Besides, if anything happened, there was Bob.
The other minor factions in Deadman Town were no threat to Truen at all. However, the one faction that Truen didn't want to get on the bad side of would be the one that ran the auctions and the Dirt Ring. They had ties to the dark guilds from the United Nation of the Uncanny. Wizards can be troublesome and if an army of magic users or undead start hunting them down, not even Truen can guarantee a massacre-free journey for the rest of their adventure.