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
A Grand Wedding
They say that a woman is most beautiful on her wedding day and Zero couldn't disagree with whoever said that. Medusa was stunning and even Poseidon was floored. Zero couldn't believe that the dresses he helped to choose, accessories and even makeup could transform the sisters by so much. It was a shame that Poseidon refused to get his eyes treated to see how beautiful his bride was. Still, the reinstated titan ran his hands over her face repeatedly and touched her hair to ensure that it really was the Medusa he knew from his younger days.