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
Arvin the Apothecarist
It wasn't difficult to locate the apothecary. Zero didn't need to guess the high elf's name because the shop was lazily named "Arvin's Apothecary". However, it wasn't very busy and Zero wondered if it was open for business.
As they approached, Zero decided to look around before entering the apothecary. The shop was open for business but nobody could be seen inside and Zero didn't know if he wanted to enter at once. There were still plenty of shops on the street so he decided to check them out first before coming back to it.