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
Sand Walkers
Axel led them for ten minutes to a shed where all the livestock were kept. Zero had to stop breathing for a while because of the stench and Truen couldn't go any nearer without a mask of some sort. Zero took pity on his friend and fashioned a mask with some quick discreet enchantments to block out the smell on his handkerchief pulled from the handy sling bag. Truen accepted it gratefully and they walked past some metal cages.
Truen swore he felt bloodlust coming from the quieter cages and was warier of them compared to the monsters roaring at them from their cages in the dark shed. Axel was unphased and even whistled a carefree tune as they made a turn to the wooden pens.