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
Mediating a Civil War
After explaining the concept of soul cultivation several times, Jynx finally understood it when Zero demonstrated how it could work by borrowing a few pieces of paper cut into little human shapes. Truen didn't understand what Zero was doing as he poured a little qi wrapped in mana into the paper puppets and controlled them with basic animation magic.
The paper puppets put up a small skit and danced on the table, amusing and impressing Jynx who decided to give cultivating a try instead of harvesting the souls of the living. Zero was pleased and they shook on this but Jynx brought the initial question back about her client and Zero finally agreed after seeing the efforts Jynx was willing to make for him to reduce slavery.
"Thank you for accepting!" she smiled brightly then sighed.
"Those fraternal twin magicians you were looking for are chimaeras. I'm assuming you don't know what that means?"