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
Sin Eating (3)
Coux sensed something powerful happening upstairs and so did the other patrons. Some of the demons in the shop forgot about their food and paused to look up. The spike in magical energy lasted only for a minute or so but everyone knew that it couldn't be Qin Yun. the regulars knew the fox demoness well enough. Besides, even if they didn't, something of this level could only rival a Demon Lord's.
"It must be Lord Baal's guest," one customer speculated. The rumours became wild and Coux was unable to stop the word from spreading. What's strange was how nobody seemed frightened of the short display of power. The half-succubus briefly considered if Hell was a better environment for Zero rather than Earth. If Half Moon village didn't welcome Zero back and apologise for their treatment, she would leave it for good. There are many places a Van Doux could settle down in.