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
"Thirty-six seconds!" Ottley announced with surprise.
Exactly what happened last night? What did his master tell Truen? This was a huge improvement! It has been almost a week since they started this training. Zero wasn't making much progress with his floating and swimming, but Truen struggled miserably without signs of improvement. The best was four seconds previously, and even so, Truen had to sit out for ten minutes before he collected himself to try again with a pale face.
Truen gasped and flailed as he got up. Today, they were trying this in a deeper part of the sea. Truen's feet no longer touched the sand when he surfaced. It was done according to the archer's request. Ottley was concerned at first, but he couldn't refuse Truen's resolve. Instead, the captain asked two more good swimmers to standby with a rescue boat should something happened to either student.