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
The Edge of Indra Seagloo
Simple. Too simple! The method that the cacti elder told him how they could get desert poppies and a whole bunch of other mythical desert plants was too simple! Now that he knew, it was almost unbelievable. Yet, it was still going to be a lot easier than locating caves and dungeons with mana crystals to hunt for it.
Also, the desert poppy that people usually found in caves were nothing more than monster parts. There was one type of desert worm that grows a red flower on its head and pretends to be a mana crystal. When the adventurer gets close enough, it would uncoil and swallow the adventurer whole.
Now, all Zero had to do was bring down rain for five minutes and sleep the night. If everything was as the village elder's words, he should be seeing a huge flower field by tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn.