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
A Versatile Fighting Style
"Welcome back," Mitchnew greeted and Zero groaned. The sun was simply too bright.
Wait, sun?
Zero bolted up quickly and took a quick glance at his surrounding. he was tucked into his straw mattress with a moth-eaten blanket draped over him. It didn't take long for the apprentice know where he was.
"Wait, what? How?" Zero blurted out, confused as a fish.
The dark elf smiled. Hua Tuo did say that desperate times called for desperate measures and while she was happy that the village head wasn't holding a grudge against his teacher, she didn't feel happy about the methods Hua Tuo employed.
"It's alright, Zero. You're safe now."