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
Teaching the Wastrel a Lesson
"Excuse me!" Zero stopped a pretty looking angel who was on her midday break.
The seraph smiled. "Yes? How can I help you?"
Zero apologised and explained that he was looking for a god called Eros. At the drop of that name, the seraph dropped her latte. Luckily for her, Zero had quick reflexes and caught the cup before the contents spilt everywhere.
Zero was about to return her cup but the strange expression on her face made him freeze. The seraph suddenly looked like she'd seen a ghost and quickly excused herself before running away. Zero called out to her but the angel didn't show any signs of slowing. With the cup of coffee still in his hands, the young doctor wondered if he should throw it away or drink it now. After all, it was a fresh cup of latte and he didn't want to waste food.