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
Zero was still busy absorbing the leftover scarab corpses when he sensed someone powerful approaching them.
"Quickly, get everything inside, I will leave the sorting to you," Zero whispered and stashed everything away, not caring if his assistants complained about the smell. That was their problem to deal with.
Just as the last corpse went in, someone appeared from behind the mound of poop. Zero couldn't see very well in the dark but he had a feeling this new character was human, at least more human than everything else he encountered in this dungeon. Could this be the final boss?
"Who are you?" he asked. If this creature could speak, it must mean he has some type of intelligence. While he delayed time by trying to engage in a conversation, Zero told Mii to drop her work and appraise this person. He seemed dangerous and Zero promised not to deal with dangerous people head-on. Truen would have his ears if he disregarded their promise.