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
Weatherman
When Docky heard from Ottley that Truen and Zero managed to overcome the practical aspect of their training, he smiled. The Marissa was also coming together very well. Pocky's prototype worked, and they were remodelling the initial design.
"Very good," Docky praised his disciple. "Did they use magic?"
Ottley shook his head. It certainly wasn't magic. However, these people were still very powerful without it. He told his teacher how Zero pulled Truen with superhuman strength and sent them flying when he fished them out of the water.
Docky listened without asking questions. Ottley also told Docky how Zero grew wings when he launched himself into the air to save the member overboard after he was fished out of the water, twenty meters into the air.
"Did he really do that?"
Ottley nodded. "Are we sure that he is the Chosen One and not some demon? Everything he does is out of this world."