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
New Moon Village
Zero was bored and Jermine was sleepy. They had been waiting in this room that Desert Lily prepared somewhere underground. Why wasn't Truen done with negotiations yet?
"Did they forget about us?" Zero asked and Brutus looked slightly apologetic. They were waiting for nearly two hours but nobody checked in on them. With three people in a small waiting room and uncomfortable chairs, the stablehand couldn't blame Zero.
Jermine was used to waiting but Zero was bored out of his mind. The Black Mamba representative said that Truen would be meeting him with a guest when they were ready but his friend wasn't answering his party calls or updating him on the situation.