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
Off to Altear
There was not much time to rest for everyone. Those from Half Moon Village were occupied with the setting up of their new base of operations. Schaf struggled with understanding the system used in the Merchant Guild as Olaf complained non-stop about the paperwork for the Adventurer Guild. Neither of them was pleased with Duke Connie's previous method of management. It was messy and severely flawed that both guild masters decided that it would be better to start from scratch instead of trying to salvage anything.
Even Old Gary looked like he aged ten years ever since the Humanitarian Guild was officially recognised. The demons on work visas were doing a very good job but there were simply too many slaves, poor people and refugees who needed a place to live. They couldn't build enough shelter for everyone and even King Brice ordered for the outer court of his castle to be loaned to the Humanitarian Guild to cope with the influx.