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
Exploring Gnaway
Thankfully, the sand storm had passed by the time they woke up the next morning. Zero was the most eager to explore the ruins and told them that he made a deal with the owner guarding the fallen city of Gnaway.
"That sounds oddly similar to a country in the old world," Truen mused. "Is this really a coincidence?"
Zero shrugged. "There are too many coincidences in the world, let's not let it ruin the adventure. I'm actually curious about the kind of trials he prepared for us. It must be fun. Do you think we have to disarm puzzle traps? I read all about it last night in the mindscape. Raiding tombs sound like fun, especially in the desert."