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
Seed Fund
Beelzebub's restaurant had improved so much and Zero wondered how the Belles and Begonia cafe was faring. The food was something that made Zero want to melt into a puddle. Hell's cuisine never tasted better and the Demon Lord was quite the gourmet, pushing standards even higher than Zero could imagine. If the Mega Gourmet competition was divine, Finest Taste offered food that was out of the world.
Mammon and Coux enjoyed the small reprieve from work and they indulged the village leader in small talks. Zero told them stories about his adventure in a summarised form and asked how Ball was.
"My Lord is still sleeping, I don't think he will be awake for many more years to come. However, if you write him letters and send them to the castle, I will keep them for him when he wakes up, however many there might be. I'm sure he wouldn't mind spending some time reading them."