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
Valhalla
Zero wasn't too sad to see that his sending off party had so few people. Merlin wasn't present and Lovina told him that his teacher was still having a bad hangover. Zero didn't point out that Merlin could have easily cured it away using some healing magic. In fact, he was a little thankful that he didn't have to see Merlin otherwise it would be difficult to part. Although he wasn't going to cry when he parted with Merlin like how he did when he had to part with Truen and Baal, Zero would definitely feel sad if Merlin showed up.