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
Cowardly Ghoul Scorpion Emperor
Zero had just taken care of Penelope's children when he heard scuttling coming from the upper floors of the dungeon. He waited in the dark for them to arrive because they sounded very near. However, about ten minutes later, the movement stopped and everything became deathly still.
"What's going on?" he wondered. Whoever they were, they refused to move from their spot so Zero consulted the map.
The red dots appeared to be camping nearby and out of sight for some reason as if trying to lay an ambush. Zero saw that most of the dots were small but there was one big dot at the back of the mall ones.
Was this going to be the second kind of dungeon master he had to defeat? Zero wanted to get over and done with everything. He was only here to find the desert poppy, dinner was waiting for him outside.
"How should we approach this?" he called for a strategic meeting with his assistants.