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
Mixed Personalities
Truen came back with the girl smelling like blood and Bob flinched. He eyed the slave on Truen's back and wondered how the elf caught up so quickly. The stench of murder didn't escape Zero. He thought he would feel more uncomfortable at the thought but found himself secretly feeling happy that those adventurers were gone for good. The feeling horrified him slightly but he tried to ignore it. It must be Venn's memories messing with him. Ever since Zero recovered some memory fragments, he felt like his personality was going all over the place.
Ignoring the fact that his best friend might have just committed murder, Zero took a look at the mole beast girl. She seemed to be hurt and Zero frowned. He looked at Truen who hoisted the girl onto Zero's mount. She was still conscious but had obviously been mistreated under the care of those adventurers.