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
Caste Abolishment
The top brass of Lycantopia gathered in Zero's small tent and squeezed into the tight space as requested by the messiah. Nobody knew what he had in mind, but everyone was pinning their hopes on this one powerful magician.
King Gaon took the lead. He presented Zero with the requested materials that involved maps, soil and water samples from various locations. His advisors didn't know why the Messiah would ask for such strange things, but they did not question it. Food was now at an all-time low, and nobody was in the mood to waste more energy arguing about it. If Zero said that he could resolve the immediate food shortage problem, they had no better choice than to listen to his wise suggestions.