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
Reinstatement
When the black queen fell, the look on Zero's face cleared up. On the contrary, Poseidon's expression looked like it was going through a very rough storm. His hand shook as he clutched that piece tightly, holding it to his chest. There was an inaudible cracking sound as the poor black queen was pulverised to dust. Zero did his best to ignore the pained expression and made his next move that ended the game.
"Check."
Poseidon didn't bother playing the second and third set, forfeiting both games to Zero. The young doctor won easily and Poseidon excused himself without sparing a second glance to Zero. The teen didn't blame him for the rude behaviour either. If anything, he was happy that Poseidon had finally opened his eyes to reality and accepted the fact that Athena was no more. A period of grieving was required before the wounds of the heart can start to properly heal.