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
Baal's Return
Nobody had the energy to move, not even Zero. The castle had a gloomy atmosphere with everyone lumbering around like Robo Mike. Speaking of Robo Mike, Merlin confiscated him temporarily after Zero's stunt with the ice travelator. Nobody protested to the Wizard God's guardianship of the golem after Mammon flew off the handle at the repair costs.
Nobody expected that the window Zero broke would be made out of Venetian glass from the original Earth. There were no more craft masters who were able to replicate that prized possession. When Lilith asked Mammon why he chose to place such an expensive object he treasured in Baal's territory, the Demon Lord gave a reason that nobody could dispute. With such a lazy Demon Lord who was perpetually in the financial rut, nobody would attempt to break the windows and rob the bank. The fact that the glass was broken from a cause unrelated to crime only served to strengthen his point.