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
Paying With Your Body
The next morning, Zero led them towards a developed part in this barren wilderness that appeared to be a town with very few living people. Zero couldn't understand why the mini-map only showed a few life signatures even if there were many beings walking around. Not all of them were alive judging from the exposed organs, bones and lack of humanoid forms. However, what shocked Zero the most wasn't the unusual sights or abandoned body parts. It was the lack of ability to buy anything with the currency they had.
"For the last time," the slave trader growled. He was getting annoyed at having to repeat himself. "We don't accept innites, binnites or cinnites. That's the money used elsewhere. It's useless in U.N.U. when we can only accept payment in the form of parts!"
Truen grew irritated. "And for the last time, I'm asking you what are parts!"