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
Duke Connie's Bad Day
Ever since the start of King Brice's speech, things went downhill for a certain duke. First, none of the assassins he hired was able to do their jobs. They were swiftly taken down by a traitor within. Lady Death lived up to her fearsome reputation and there was nothing much Duke Connie could do.
The frustrated duke turned to his allies to ask for manpower he could borrow. Like any good second-rate villain, Duke Connie had a backup plan in case his first was foiled. He had been building his forces up over the years and even if the assassination attempt failed, there was no way he couldn't use the chance to attack the inner castle and snatch the crown by force. The outer gates were going to be open all day, it was the best chance he could ask for.