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 Messiah's Wisdom
When Zero opened his eyes, he was in a comfortable tent that didn't belong to him. The surroundings were noisy, and he could feel his head throbbing from sleeping too long. The first thing Zero registered was hunger. He was thirsty and hungry. Yet, before he could do anything, someone entered his tent.
"The messiah is awake!" the person yelled, and Zero clutched his head, moaning in pain.
The shout alerted those on standby, and immediately, people were deployed to check on the saviour of Lycantopia. The werebeast doctor was a white stork beastman, and he shook his head after diagnosing Zero with very low mana reserves.
"How is he?" King Gaon asked nervously after chasing everyone else out of Zero's tent, much to Zero's delight.