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
King Gregory's Tomb was humble but also awe-inspiring. Hua Tuo once told Zero that the masters of great ancient China had magnificent tombs where their concubines and wives were buried with them upon death to signify the end of an era. The grander a tomb, the greater a ruler's life accomplishments.
The gnome king might have died a miserly death and all that remained on him were bones, literally. Adorned by the armour he wore while he was still alive, his skeleton was sitting upon his throne in an imposing manner as if daring the enemies to try and take Gnaway from him.
Zero took a look at the once-mighty king and bowed as a sign of respect, Truen and Jermine following his lead.