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
Treason
Duke Connie slammed the desk and flung his wine glass all the way across the room when he heard the report from his spy. His spineless brother has finally shown his claws.
"Leave," he growled at the spy who nodded and jumped out of the window.
Brice that sly bastard... Duke Connie walked over to the window to gaze at the night sky. He didn't think that the wimp would finally man up and take action. Duke Zurich was ruined after Grey Legion abandoned him. Without the magicians backing that old man, there was nothing stopping Duke Connie from ascending the throne if he truly wished for it. Altear would back him up, they promised to send their best elven fighters for the attack.
Who would have thought that Misana's return would send everything out of control?