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
Zero v2.0 (1)
Water. Boiling water.
Zero felt very uncomfortable when Venn's energy joined his dormant pool in the void. It was as if someone poured spicy wine into his jar of honey. Thankfully, like his stomach, it didn't take long for Venn's energy to be neutralised and converted into something more tolerable.
Zero heaved slightly at the effort it took to keep Venn's temperament under control. He could feel it affecting his judgement already. The brunet closed his eyes and tried to dismiss the unusual annoyance he felt for the two green mist clouds. It was difficult to hear himself think with the two noisy divine fragments circling him and whispering into his ears.