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
Saving Magnus Hilda (1)
To appear externally hardworking, Zero employed five spare PMs to take his place in copying talismans. He had about an hour to prepare them before the first offering. The magic trick that Zero readied himself for was going to be a huge blast by the time Magnus Hilda became plague free. Not to mention, Zero would probably never have to worry about food supplies ever again on his travels. Right now, the doctor didn't want to trouble Zoe to cook for his meals on the go because the zashikiwarashi was already extremely busy with helping Zero manage his household matters in the village.
Zero reported the good news to his best friend using the party call function and explained to the wood elf his brilliant plan to secure food supplies for their journey.
"And all the offered food will go straight to the shared inventory," Zero bragged and waited to be praised.