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
Meeting Zero
The recovery was slow for Zero and slower for Truen who was constantly drinking mana potions. Zero watched as his best friend grimaced at the taste and felt slightly sorry for him.
"Does it taste really bad?" Zero asked and Truen shuddered at the bitterness on his tongue.
"It's bearable if I only did it once or twice. However, doing this every five minutes or so can be a little difficult even for me," Truen explained. He was still regrowing his skull and eye when Someone else knocked on their door.
"I'll get it," Zero said and Truen agreed. He was in too much pain to move.
"Master!" a familiar voice cried in relief when the door opened. Zero's legs were still shaky and not fully regrown so when Bob pounced on him, his right ankle snapped.
"Ah."