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
Grilled Squid
Two days passed in a similar fashion. Pocky grew more comfortable with Zero and his gang. Even Bob was able to crack a few jokes that made everyone laugh. If they weren't hungry, they would sleep or chat or play some games. Beneath them, the ocean remained the same no matter where they travelled, and the sun travelled in a line above them, edging a little more each day forward as Bob tried his best to keep up the speed.
"A whirlpool?" Pocky couldn't help but notice. He squinted his eyes a little more into the distance and frowned. The sunlight reflecting off the water was too glaring, and the shipwright couldn't confirm it, but his gut feeling told him they should approach carefully.
Zero and Truen were also alerted by Lily's report from the mindscape. Something huge was approaching them from beneath, and Bob was on his guard.