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
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Truen didn't back down. The adventurers didn't back down either. Zero eyed the slave with worry. Given their attitude, he didn't think they would be willing to give them the slave even if they were willing to buy. These humans didn't like elves and they currently were elves. Even if they weren't high elves, they were still elves.
"Move," Truen said when the warrior didn't relent.
Zero inched closer to where the slave was and hoped that nobody noticed but luck wasn't on his side. Almost immediately when he took one step, the rogue threw a dagger that narrowly missed Zero's neck. He didn't have bad aiming so Zero took the hint. It was a warning shot and Zero knew better than to push his luck.
"If you want to pass you'd have to get through us, elf..." sneered the warrior.