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
Small Comfort
The Marrissa tour was very short as the vessel was smaller than it looked from the outside. There were eight sea otters apart from Pepper, Bob, Truen and Zero on the sinking ship. Zero thought there wouldn't be enough room for everyone to have their own space, and he was right.
They only had one common bathroom with three shower stalls and two toilets. The dining area was too cramped to have more than three people seated at any one point. The kitchen was so basic that Zero started to wonder how they would get all their nutrition when there was no place to store fresh food. All the sea otters packed on the Marrissa for emergency food supplies were dried meat and dehydrated rosehip.