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
Kelp Farm
Priscilla was a very efficient worker. Truen didn't think that there was a more hospitable host. Their accommodation arrangements were flawless. She did not judge them and maintained a neutral attitude throughout. As the head maid, she was very meticulous. Not a single detail escaped her eye, and Truen was impressed by how she understood their preferences in less than an hour.
The Marrissa was a huge ship, but when it was brought into Indra Seagloo, it looked tiny in comparison. The merfolks were surprisingly good shipwrights. It reminded Truen about the case of fitting a crib into another crib. Indra Seagloo's technology should not be underestimated.