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
King Brice's Request
The king didn't look very athletic and Truen thought he was rather similar to Wiser who was also pale and sickly looking. The King was very exhausted but Truen continued to observe him from beneath the floorboards while Mitchnew offered him a seat.
"We finally meet. To what do I owe the pleasure for King of Smargdas to visit my humble abode at such an ungodly hour?"
King Brice didn't look very much like royalty in his humble clothes and humbler attitude. Zero never thought he'd ever see an unkingly king but King Brice was bowing to Mitchnew with unshed tears as he begged for her to save someone called Misana.
Mitchnew played it cool. At long last, the mysterious client appeared in person. She couldn't agree to his request so readily until she knew more no matter how desperate King Brice was.