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
Zero was busy. Then again, when wasn't he busy? The doctor sighed. Now he understood why the Gods were always looking for an excuse to attend parties. Nobody enjoyed working and Zero wished he could delegate his task over to someone else like Baal. The omnipotent creator of all was also a slave to the never-ending cycle of work. Zero wondered if Solo ever got tired of working. How nice would it be if his entire existence could be like Duu?
Zero indulged the thought for a moment but quickly erased it from his mind. The doctor shuddered thinking about doing nothing for eternity. He did it once and Zero didn't want to go back to those days of doing absolutely nothing. He'd very much be entertained and occupied with work. Having something to do was always better than having nothing to do. Boredom was Zero's worst nightmare after all. If he had to choose a divine entity to relate to better, it would probably be Zesti who is all over the place doing things at her own pace.