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
Equilibrium
Zero looked at the stick in his hand and back at Ruth. The vampire wasn't joking and the brunet wondered how he was ever going to be able to accomplish his new mission. True, it took a lot of practice and patience to perform a surgery. However, in a combat situation, how could anyone retain finesse and grace while defending against an attack or plotting a counter move?
Ruth didn't look like he was fooling around and Zero gulped. It was just an ordinary dried up branch that had fallen to the ground in the forest. Other than firewood, this stick was completely useless for battle. Moreover, Zero wasn't allowed to use magic of any kind during the training with Mitchnew. The dark elf was still very strong and merciless when it came to hand-to-hand combat. The stick was useless in defending against the ex-assassin!