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
Be A Good King
After Truen received Zero's reply about King Brice's request, Truen decided to give the king a formal reply in person.
It was the dead of night when Truen left the hideout, the temperature was chilly but it didn't bother Truen. In fact, the archer preferred it this way. Fewer people would be prowling about at such hours and it made things easier for him.
The palace's security was a joke. If there was a highly secured place in this kingdom, it wasn't the palace where the king slept but a duke who had control over the magicians from U.N.U. How ludicrous!
With a small illusion spell, Truen waltz past the guards on duty and into the palace. Unlike Mitchnew who was a regular here, he had only been here a handful of times. The palace was needlessly huge and Truen didn't know all the secret passages that existed. He only knew where the king's chamber was and that was exactly where he was headed.