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
Building Freya's Temple
The journey from Rocket Mountain to Magnus Hilda wasn't an easy one and there was nobody more nervous about the project than Dorgon.
While Zero engaged with intellectual debate to kill time, Dorgon hadn't been slacking off entirely. If he wasn't motion-sick, he was busy fiddling with wood or stone to refine his skills that he didn't put to use for a good number of decades. Getting a religious statue commissioned was the highest level of acknowledgement a craftsman could receive and even for Dorgon who was blessed by the God of Art, this was a first. It wasn't just honour, Dorgon also felt an incredible pressure of responsibility that came with the job. Part of him wanted to run from it but he knew that nobody else could take on such an important task. Hence, the current situation.