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
Retribution
Hours later, Zero finally came to. The Mind's Eye system finally rebooted itself but Zero's mana reserves were severely depleted once more. He didn't manage to fully recover it at the oasis but now, it was depleted even further because of the massive damage his vessel took. Sure, Zero didn't die and even if his vessel was vaporised, he still wouldn't have a problem creating something temporary.
Yet, this made Zero absolutely livid. How dare those gnomes pull a dangerous stunt like this? Did they think weapons were toys? That blast was more powerful than Baal's sneeze, it could annihilate an entire country!