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
Flesh Wound
Leading Zero and Truen to where the twin magicians were kept, Sylvia stiffened. It wasn't a pretty sight and Zero wouldn't be pleased to find that she had been mistreating them for the sake of her experiments.
Mistreating would be putting it lightly. The state that Zero found the twins in could be said to be at the borderline between life and death. They were in a much worse condition when compared with some of the other slaves and Zero was silent for a very long time, unmoving at the door. Truen was nervous and Sylvia was slightly frightened because Zero wasn't doing anything. The tension was so thick that it felt suffocating.