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
Dry Spell
The discovery of their first desert poppy made Zero and his group overjoyed. Indeed, the desert poppy was a dangerous flower as it almost turned Jermine into a seedbed. The party quickly gathered all the flowers in sight, thanked the village, taught them how to grow mushrooms and left quickly.
It has been two weeks since they left the cacti-folks and Zero would always make it rain in a five-mile radius whenever they stopped to set up camp. Truen didn't say anything about it. In fact, it was probably a good idea. After analysing many of the flowers they collected, Mii and Wii stated that every petal of those flowers could be used to make high-grade mana elixir or a very potent medicine. Zero wanted more of them because he had no intentions of ever returning to such a boring place which Truen fully supported. Hence, this became their new routine for two weeks.