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
Nel's Message
One amazing thing about faes, Zero discovered, was their ability to empty barrels of alcohol without getting a hangover. He came ready with hangover pills, but the faes were simply back to normal as they cleaned up after the chaotic party. Zero wanted to help, but a dryad informed him that their king wished to see him.
"Go, master. I'll help them out."
Zero thanked Bob and quickly left. Truen was nowhere to be found, but Mii reassured him that Truen was unharmed. If anything, Truen was already waiting for him with Fae King Vivian.
The dryad led the way, and Zero marvelled at how different Mystic Meadow was at sunrise. The fog started to clear up, but there was dew on just about every blade of grass in the meadow. They walked for a long time, and even the Stonehenge couldn't be seen.