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
Breaking the Code in the Illusion
"What's wrong with him? Truen asked and Bob morphed back to his humanoid form, gasping for air. That was way too close for comfort. A little later and they would be buried beneath the sand. Who knew that sandstorms were so common in the desert? They barely made any progress in their journey and already, this was the second time they had to hide from it.
"I don't really know," Bob admitted. "When I found him, he was staring into blank space. It must be some sort of trap triggered upon his arrival. I sense some very strong and rather ancient magic coming from the ruins, it's almost nostalgic to the old war when dragons were hunted."