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
Truen and Zero learned a lot from Ottley about managing a crew even if they didn't think the information was particularly useful. They were more interested in knowing how to sail a ship to get to where they wanted to go. The only crew they needed was already assembled.
For a whole week, Ottley made them participate in menial tasks on the pretext of preparing for an actual voyage. Zero and Truen were no longer allowed into the shipyard now that the actual construction of the Marrissa was in progress. However, they were still allowed to help secure food and building supplies during their break.
The gnomes from Half Moon Village were also finally here, and Zero introduced them to the Sea Hand brothers. As expected, the gnomes hit it off right away with the sea otter shipwrights. Truen and Zero didn't have to do much. They spent most of their time with Ottley, who brought them out to sea with a small crew to observe sea patterns and the sky.