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
Sea Hand Malik
"You're not going?" Pocky couldn't help but ask in worry when the kid and the strange magician human stayed behind.
After a delicious meal, the trio drew lots to decide who would defeat the tree ent. It was Truen who won, and Bob couldn't help but be a little suspicious of the results. Truen could have rigged it, seeing how the wood elf proposed the idea. Zero pouted but didn't suspect a thing and wished his best friend good luck.
"Don't beat it up too badly!" Zero yelled. "We need all the wood it has!"
Bob shook his head and forcefully hugged the cuddly sea otter. "Don't worry, It's time for a nap. In the meantime, I think my master has some questions for you."
Indeed, Zero has been waiting for this chance to intero- to interview the famous shipwright. That glint in his eyes made Pocky want to run. He half-regretted agreeing to travel with this strange party.