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
Smargdas' Allies
The people were excited and the crowd that showed up exceeded anyone's expectations. The royal guards doubled efforts to maintain order but there was no way they could stop the enthusiastic crowd gathering at the entrance of the castle.
Nobles and commoners alike gathered in the outer court waiting for the chance to see the young king. Apart from his coronation day, nobody had seen King Brice outside his room. Only a selected few knew how he looked. Everyone else still remembered him as the feeble teenager who looked as if the world was going to devour him.