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
Half Moon Village Delegates
After signing the deal to help Axel find the desert poppy, Zero and Truen found themselves waiting for the trader to help them groom the sand walkers for their travel.
Dorgon brought the elves out for a drink and asked them once again. "Do you understand the risks of finding a desert poppy? I can't believe that spriggan made you agree to it."
Zero smiled. "That's why we're asking you to give us detailed maps about Derby Desert. We got some from the traders at Little Stone Town but they aren't very detailed. There are a few places that we don't have detailed maps about. Other than Magnus Hilda, Lycantopia, Rocket Mountain and Smargdas, I don't have any detailed maps about the other five nations."