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
While Dorgon and Thomas worked on fixing and improving the Crafter's Suit, Zero spent his time alternating between the guild master and helping the exotic trader clear out all his items in preparation for leaving Rocket Mountain permanently.
By clear out, Zero salvaged what he wanted and told Schaf to bring them back to Half Moon or New Moon Village. As for the things that he didn't want or need, Zero simply held an auction after using Princess Dorothy's name to host it in the city. Needless to say, many people attended the auction event wanting to get something the great doctor had touched before. It didn't matter if it was junk as long as they received it from Zero personally and the event was a huge success. Axel could hardly believe his ears when Zero told him that not a single item remained.