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
Jynx the Engraver
After requesting for an appropriate resting area for Misana, Zero left Bob in charge of her safety while he went with Truen to meet the infamous banshee necromancer.
If Zero was expecting to see a hooded figure full of depressing vibes, he would have been utterly disappointed to see a young girl full of colourful eye makeup, thick mascara in a pastel-coloured puffy dress. Jynx looked very fashionable and certainly didn't let the depressing landscape affect her personality.
"Welcome, Zero! The handsome elf beside you must be Truen, I've long heard about you ever since you made an impression in Deadman Town. Please, have a seat."
They didn't know how to react to such a warm welcome by someone who should really hate them by now for all the things they'd done. However, Zero couldn't sense any lies, ill intentions or hostility coming from Jynx as she served up some strange tea.