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
Right Sea Hand's Ability
After the hearty feast, the sea otters worked hard. Everyone was called to hasten the wood cutting and treatment for Zero's ship.
While the experienced shipwright made the necessary preparations, Zero and Truen found themselves engaged in a high-level discussion with the Sea Hand brothers. As promised, Docky would help them narrow down Indra Seagloo's possible location using Pocky's findings.
"These are old sightings," Docky grunted, and Pocky shot his brother a glare.
"Shut up! If you don't want them, then just burn it!"
It hasn't even been a day since they were reunited, but already, they were fighting. Zero couldn't help but wonder if family was like this. It didn't matter how far or how long they were apart. When they were together, it felt as if time never changed. Zero was a little envious of how close they were.