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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

Destiny_Aitsuji · ファンタジー
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[Bonus] Revenge on Truen

When Zero said that he was going to make Truen payback for the 'favour', he meant every word of it. The archer wasn't against accompanying Zero on a shopping trip but the foreboding feeling since morning became even worse when he saw where Zero was taking them to.

The clothing store was every man's nightmare and Truen was no exception. When he saw the kind of clothes Zero was looking at, he melted a little on the inside. It was true that Zero would look good in almost anything and it was his duty to take pictures when Zero tried on new clothes and send it to the group chat with the onion union. 

HOWEVER!

It was a different matter when Zero made Truen try on clothes.

Because Zero made them look similar, Truen understood the dangers of having an androgynous face. Zero looked great as a female and by default, so would Truen.

"Truen! Check this out! Isn't it cute?" he asked in a sickly sweet voice that made all of Truen's fingers cringe and die.