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
Smargdas Capital
Getting to the capital of Smargdas was a chaotic affair and Truen told his companions to stick close to him. Zero fiddled with his adventurer's identity gem on his wrist and Bob wondered how Truen was going to get him inside the city. It would have been better if he reverted into his miniature lizard form to hide in Zero's shirt but Truen rejected the idea.
"Next!" the city guard called out and it was their turn.
Truen pulled out a letter and the guard's eyes widened at the stamp and signature. Nobody messes with Lady Death's members in Smargdas and while security checks were stricter ever since Duke Connie started introducing a new measure to stop illegal slavery and refugees from entering the capital, Truen easily passed when Zero flashed his adventurer's identification stone that they scanned briefly.
Bob was stopped and Truen cleared his throat. "He's with me."