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
The Chosen One’s Identity
Horses were prepared for King Sharo. Truen just decided to ride his wyvern and Zero on his paka-paka. There was no need for new horses and Zero's short legs wouldn't be able to climb on those tall beasts. Once they were mounted, King Sharo led the way with only four bodyguards.
Instead of heading towards the area that Truen snuck around to survey with Torran, they travelled in the opposite direction and Truen couldn't help but be surprised.
"This could be a trap," he told Zero with the party call function and Zero nodded.