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
Thin Dwarves at Rocket Mountain
Something didn't look right. When Zero and Truen finally arrived at the capital of Rocket Mountain, they were stunned to see dwarves looking like skin and bones. Horrified, Zero asked around if there was a famine or league going on. The dwarves at Little Stone Town appeared fine so he couldn't understand how such a horrible thing could happen to the capital.
"You must be new," the fruit stall grandmother sighed. "We're not having a famine or a plague but you can say that disaster has befallen Rocket Mountain."
Concerned, Zero requested more information and Truen gave the old lady some coins as a token of their sincerity.
The old lady looked around cautiously before lowering her voice.