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
Agent Zero (7)
Beel hasn't returned even once during the night. He was now hanging out at the cafeteria and Zero glanced at the box of carrot cake. It was still on the same spot. There was a pang of hurt in Zero's chest but the teenager decided to push that aside for now. He had another agenda on his list today. First, he was going to take a shower then report to Lucifer about his findings last night.
On his way to the dean's office, he overheard several students gossiping about Beel. Zero couldn't help but be curious and eavesdropped.
"Really? Someone dared make a move against a Demon Lord?"
"I don't think he would be this seriously wounded out of carelessness. It's definitely an attempt at his life. He is the weakest among all the Demon Lords after all... I think his days are numbered."