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
[Bonus] Internship feat. Mammon
Zero knew what he promised Mammon. In return for the Demon Lord's help on multiple occasions, the teen was happy that he could finally repay that kindness. However, this was a little overboard even in Zero's dictionary.
"You want me to clean the entire store?" he asked for the fifth time.
Mammon's expression didn't change and he nodded. "Yes, the entire store. I don't want any items left uncategorised. Those items with less than six months worth of expiry, please dispose of them using your absorption ability. We cannot risk throwing them out into the wilderness with so much miasma polluting the air."
Zero felt sick on the inside. The store that Mammon referred to was a huge underground basement with several levels all stacked with aisles of boxes and containers with odd items for the auction house. If Zero had to sort everything out and check their expiry dates for all five levels, who knows how long he would take?!