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
Rebel in the Rebellion
Just for fun, Vrald, Gerald and Olaf gathered in the outer court with Duke Connie and his private army. The citizens were quick to evacuate the area when they saw such a large group of armed men.
King Brice was surrounded by his royal guards on top of the castle wall. The archers were pointing their arrows at the crowd below but even if they fired the mass volley of arrows, it still wouldn't be enough to stop five thousand men with their force of three hundred. Not to mention, the Dragon Heroes were part of the rebellion for unknown reasons. Didn't King Brice say that the Dragon Heroes were on their side?