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
Playing Tourist in Heaven
The cathedral didn't disappoint Zero's expectations. Everything in Heaven could be described as grand and this building was no exception. The building was carved from white marble stone and had many colourful stained glass windows to add vibrancy to the cold structure. The doors were full of intricate details and the beautiful stone slabs with words of wisdom and scriptures floored the teen.
The cathedral was very tall and Zero noticed something unique about it. At the top of the tallest tower, there was a large golden bell. Zero didn't know if it worked or why it was there but it sparkled under the light so wonderfully that Zero found himself staring at it for a long time.
"Come on, Zero. Let's go," Buddha urged.
Zero nodded. Then, a question came to mind. "Does it ever become night in Heaven?"
The Enlightened One smiled. "No. It doesn't become night in Nirvana either. Sleep is not required."