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
Don't Bully My Teacher!
Truen wanted to scream but he couldn't blame Zero. The moment he stepped foot into the palace to talk to the king and chancellor, he had already fallen into their trap. Zero was asking for help using the party call but there was no apt advice that he could give his friend.
"Is something the matter?" Motley asked with a sickly pleasant voice.
Truen swallowed. "Could you make this quicker? I'm worried about leaving that perverted dwarf with my sister for too long. Also, I only came to inform King Darius about needing to leave for Derby Desert. It's part of the agreement I made with Dorgon for him to create the statue of Freya at Magnus Hilda. He did say that he wanted to make a trip personally to where the shrine and statue were going to be built and he needed a picture of Goddess Freya. I'm sure my sister is passing the painting to him as we speak but I don't trust Dorgon around her."