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
Saving Magnus Hilda (3)
Ginger and cinnamon suddenly became very important for Magnus Hilda. The moment Queen Rosalind sent the word out, the news attracted merchants from all over. Schaf was no exception. Zero did tell him to try and compete for a business deal with Magnus Hilda and build more relations with the giants to be Half Moon village's future ally. However, the village head told the goat merchant not to pressure Camie too much about the relationship she had between her country and the village.
"Let Camie decide," was what he said in his letter but there were no further directions.
Schaf thought about it. Surely the giants would need more than just ginger and cinnamon. Hence, the merchant went to find out more while Zero worked his butt off for the next week, observing the recovered maid and monitoring her for any other side effects after his treatment.