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
Truth About Magnus Hilda
The more Zero looked at the maps and pieced them together using his system, the more sure Zero was about his hypothesis. Everything was slowly coming together and he was just lacking one crucial evidence to make his case solid enough to fight for. The plague at Magnus Hilda could turn out to be only the tip of an iceberg to a rather severe underlying problem. The story of the nine continents passed down through the word of mouth only held half-truths and not all of it was reliable.
"Zero, I'm here."
"Mm, you're here, big brother... I'm just looking through the maps. Can you help me get that pile and return this stack? The merchants are leaving tomorrow morning so I have to look through everything by tonight."