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
Desert Illusion
At long last, Zero and his friends were able to leave the underground shelter after the sandstorm died. The sun was bright and glaring, the journey boring once more after they mounted their sand walkers.
For days, the party travelled across the vast land with nothing but golden sand and tall dunes for miles. Zero was getting bored and decided to spend his time playing word games with Bob who also told interesting stories. The atmosphere was very relaxed and Jermine found herself lowering her guard around these people. The scary archer was no longer that scary when she got to know him. He wasn't the friendliest person but he didn't care much about others unless they wished harm upon Zero.