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 Way of Desert Dwellers
Zero was extremely interested and didn't care if the cacti-folks were odd. He simply accepted their way of living and dubbed it "The Way of Desert Dwellers".
"Let's talk to them," he grinned and looked at three very unenthusiastic faces over dinner.
"What?"
Bob was the first to break the silence. "Do you really think that this is safe? We don't know anything about cacti-folks. They could be cannibals."
Zero blinked. "But they plant vegetables. Besides, we don't really have a clue about the gnomes. If the gnomes travelled west, they must have also passed by this village on their travels. It's better to ask about the gnomes and maybe these natives might know about the desert poppy."
Truen hated to admit it but Zero was right. he gave Bob a glance and shook his head. Backing down reluctantly, Bob went back to his food.