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
Held Hostage
Bob woke up to find himself in magic restraining shackles in a cage. Jermine was in a similar shackle beside him, unconscious. The dragon immediately panicked and tried to break the shackles using his pure strength but he couldn't even transform. There was some sort of substance in his body that made him weak and the dragon growled. His first thought was to reach out to his master but after two attempts, he paled.
Zero wasn't answering and he couldn't reach Truen in the party call. What happened to them? Mii was also offline and the entire party appeared to be dead.
Quickly, he checked the summoning bond he had with Zero and felt a little relief when it was still there. Still, there was no pulse from Zero through their connection and that made Bob worry. What was going on and where were they?