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
Bob let out a long burp, and Donkey Sharo flinched at the crass behaviour. The dragon didn't even apologise for his disgraceful manners, and if King Sharo were in his elven form, he would shoot the brat for not being respectful.
Truen did the dishes, and Zero unfurled the map. It was time to formulate a better plan now that he knew the situation better. Bob sipped on some honey tea and pointed to the areas that were often targeted by the thugs from Indra Seagloo.
"They don't stray far from the shores, huh? The country is struggling only because of how far the wind and waves have reached in-land." Zero noted.
According to the map and Bob's intelligence, the granary was near the castle grounds and soldier barracks for quick distribution during a famine. King Gaon planned it out rather nicely, but there was one fatal flaw about putting everything in one location. If it catches fire or gets destroyed, the country would starve.