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
Slimming Potion Seller
King Darius wasn't just a fool, he looked like a stereotypical foolish king too. He had a round face and a rounder belly. He was short for a dwarf and had a child-like appearance. King Darius wasn't very handsome and if he wasn't adorned in fine clothes befitting the royal family, Zero would think that he was a wastrel. His hair and moustache were curly and Truen's ear twitched when the King's nasally voice rang out in the throne room.
"The both of you are envoys from Magnus Hilda?"
Zero and Truen bowed humbly out of courtesy but not respect for the dwarven king. Truen studied the ministers standing in the room and eyed the one that was a chancellor who wore a monocle and stood beside the king. If he wasn't mistaken, that will be the man they had to convince and the greatest obstacle in their way.