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
Origin of Spriggans
Dinner at Half Mono Village was always delightful. However, it felt a little odd seeing as everyone was able to fit into the tiny kitchen. So many people were missing and Zero wondered if he would be able to catch a glimpse of some of them before he had to leave tomorrow. Thankfully, the one person that he wanted to see was here.
"Cleo, have you ever heard of spriggans?"
The question was rather sudden and the dryad wasn't expecting it. "Where did you hear about them?"
Truen listened as Zero retold the story about how they met Axel who was an exotic merchant. "Schaf should be talking to him right now. In any case, we agreed to find the desert poppy for him. I've never heard of a spriggan anywhere before. He looks like a dwarf with elf ears."
Cleo nodded. "A spriggan is a distant cousin of dryads. However, like dragons, they are rare and said to be extinct. Are you sure he is a spriggan?"