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
Fifth Stop - Envy (2)
The tea room was a very small room furnished with only the bare basics. It had practically nothing and no servants were allowed inside the room while the meeting was in session. Shittomi sat on the opposite end of the table while Baal sat beside Zero with his back straight, looking every ounce of regal. Zero tried to copy that posture initially but gave up after his back started hurting and opted for something less rigid but maintaining the same dignity.
"It has been some time since I last saw you, Lord Baal. You've grown."
"Indeed, it has. I owe it all to both yours and Lord Lucifer's guidance."
Zero was mentally shocked at the complete change. Was this the same sloppy Demon Lord who refused to do work and would never change out of his sleepwear? The young doctor had a hard time processing it. If meeting Solo was life-changing, Baal's perfect acting was world-changing.