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
Zero got to work immediately and removed the rags from the girl's body, cleaning her with the towel after adding some disinfecting herbs into the water. Dwayne didn't flinch as bloodied fur was revealed. Zero took a pair of scissors and started to trim the fur that was hiding the bad wounds. Dwayne helped to change the first basin of water and Zero worked swiftly.
By the time Dwayne returned with a clean basin of water, Zero was already done with trimming all her fur. The wounds were giving off a foul smell and Dwayne grimaced. Zero didn't look affected by the gory sight of blackened flesh and signs of worms in them. It wasn't the worst that Dwayne had seen in his life but for a young child, this was cruel.