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
History Lessons from a High Elf
Zero didn't know if the effect of his unique title [Tea Lover] would still be effective now that he learned the art of womanly charms. Besides, this strange bark tea that Arvin served didn't make Zero feel comfortable. It smelled odd and looked murky even after Arvin strained it. Yet, the doctor took the leap of faith and drank it out of courtesy before promptly spitting it out.
"I'm sorry, was it that bad? How strange. I'm sure I did as taught. Why does it still taste so bad after thirty years? Human tea is hard to make."
Truen, who was about to take a sip froze and slowly put the cup down as Zero spluttered. Bob hid away from the dangerous zone and snuck onto one of Arvin's shelves. The tea smelled foul and the dragon wondered why Zero would drink it.