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
Half Empty Village
It took Zero and Truen ten days to finally reach Half Moon Village. While the walls were huge and still in construction, Zero could already sense the difference from outside. The village was a lot quieter than he remembered it to be. There were also lesser people on his minimap, indicating that it was half-empty.
Worried, he proceeded with caution. Truen also sensed the difference in the atmosphere. Usually, it would be bustling with activity and other times, it was festive. The village was constantly finding an excuse to celebrate something. Then again, Zenobia mentioned that many villagers had to be at different places so the ones who remained weren't many.