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
Brewing the Antidote
While Zero borrowed Brutus' kitchen to brew the antidote, Brutus prepared water for the bath that Dwayne wanted and passed his boss the set of clothes Zero wanted him to buy for the slave. While Zero worked on the antidote, Brutus was given a new task to help Zero extract the venom and dismantle the killer bee corpses.
"All of these?" the ex-mercenary couldn't help but be stunned at the corpses that Zero kept pulling out from his spatial bag. The sling bag from Enma didn't look too impressive but it must be a very high-tiered magic item if it could store more than four hundred bees, including the ones that Brutus sold.