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
Shape of the Earth
The farewell party ended days ago, but Zero still wasn't entirely ready to leave Half Moon Village. He lingered for a little longer and called Bob out to go for long rides spanning over a few days. Truen didn't question what Zero was up to this time. He had a feeling he knew what the doctor was doing.
On the second week after the farewell party, Zero told Truen that he was ready to depart.
"Shall we go find Fae King Vivian to ask him for help? Shipwright Pocky lives close to Mystic Meadows, so the fairies should be able to find him quickly if we have some help."
Truen shook his head. "No need for that. Cleo already found the estimated location that he lives in. Once we head over to the spot, I would be able to locate his exact location in less than half a day with the area tracking arrows."