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
Preparing to Meet Spriggan Alex
The elven ruler didn't look proud of himself and when he finally calmed down, Zero decided to offer him something to eat instead. Without his bodyguards around, King Sharo was less icy and fierier. The change was interesting and Zero wondered if his troubled childhood messed the elven king's head up. The man was bipolar. One moment, he was cool and the next moment, he was brandishing his sword and threatening to spill blood even though he clearly knew he wasn't Truen's match.
King Sharo looked at the wrap and doubted it. It didn't look classy and he didn't think it would taste good but as his stomach was rumbling, the high and mighty king had no choice but to dismount and sit on the soil beside Zero to eat the miserable strange sandwich. The moment he took a bite, his demeanour changed.
"What's this?!"