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
Message In A Bottle
At breakfast, Zero didn't even flinch when the barrier activated after some new dark faes tried to ambush them. The buzzing sound in the background simply reminded Zero of his agenda today.
"Are you sure there is a dark fae boss in the area?" he asked, and Truen nodded.
"According to Cleo and Fae King Vivian, there should be a powerful dark fae commanding all the weaker faes. It's not a king or a great sprite yet, but we can assume it isn't going to be easy to locate. This entire wilderness is its territory."
Bob took a look at the mini-map. There were way too many enemies in the vicinity. It reminded him of an ant nest. If you killed one, the whole swarm would appear, and there would be no end to their numbers.