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
Aldina
Zero didn't know who the cook was but Old Gary certainly was a very proud innkeeper when Zero praised the food served.
"Bet you didn't think a poor and rundown inn with no customers like mine would have top tier food, did you? How is it? Is it better than the pretentious and overpriced restaurants on the eastern side?"
Zero took another sip of the tomato soup and closed his eyes in concentration. Truen laughed inwardly. He didn't have to be so serious about analysing the food. It was a lot easier humouring the old man. While they didn't know who the cook was, it was obvious that the old man was proud of them enough to want to brag.