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
Sworn to Secrecy
After Brutus left to find out the prices of the corpses that Zero handed over, Zero thanked Dwayne and Brutus. The innkeeper lent Brutus his spatial storage ring to keep all two hundred and fifty killer bee corpses while offering to bring a basin of water for the mole beast girl to wash up.
Zero led the blind mole beast girl upstairs carefully and Dwayne watched as the young elf treated her with more care than anyone else ever had. The innkeeper started to think that there was perhaps more than met the eye for things regarding the two brothers. One was like the moon, cold and merciless while the other was like the sun, warm and welcoming. He couldn't understand why they would go on a hunt then bring back a slave. It wasn't uncommon for children to be kidnapped in the lawless zone after all.