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
Power Up
Despite everyone's quick reaction, the Marrissa was still dragged into the strong current, unable to go against the force.
"Captain! What do we do?" the panicked first-mate squeaked.
Doing his best to remain calm, Ottley asked for the ship's status. As long as the engine remained functional, they still had a chance.
Zero was busy tending to the wounded while Bob and Truen took up positions to watch the pimple of doom. Truen's superior eyesight made him a better scout than any of the otters, and Bob put his incredible strength to use, keeping the rudder steady. Yet, none of their efforts could keep this ship from spiralling towards the fiery molten lava.
"Should we?" Zero asked in the mindscape when the ship jerked violently again. Something collided into its side, but there was no time to assess the damages. They had to get out of here.
"Wait a little longer," Truen advised.