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
Grimoire Making (2)
Swift was napping and wasn't expecting to receive a call at all. The name reflected on her communicator surprised her a little but she would never reject a call from the interesting teenager.
"Hello, Zero! What a surprise to receive a call from you. How have you been? I heard some really crazy things about the stunts you pulled."
Zero mumbled something over the line that the harpie didn't catch. "I'm sorry, what was that again?"
With more clarity, Zero spoke. "I need an unbiased opinion... It's related to what happened at the Spring of Vitality but also more than that. It's related to Solo."
The sleep was cleared from the harpie's head at the mention of Solo. "I'm listening."