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
Invitation
The word about Zero's dark side started spreading slowly across the abyss' network. For some reason, none of the Demon Lords was upset about it. In fact, they seemed rather pleased to know that Zero was capable of torture and murder if he truly wanted it.
Mammon looked at the white envelope on his desk. The red wax stamp seal remained unbroken but Mammon didn't need to open it to know who it was from or what it was about. In fact, the Demon Lord didn't want to receive it. He sighed, thinking about a way out of the pesky meeting.
A servant knocked on the door and Mammon quickly hid the letter away.
"Come in," he said and pulled on his hood.
The servant entered with a bow. "Lord Mammon, word has arrived from the Garden of Roth. The Sage God doctor and his apprentice have arrived. They wish to speak to you regarding a request for sponsorship."