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
Travelling from the edge of Mystic Meadows all the way back to the wilderness between U.N.U. and Lycantopia was going to take too long. Zero was currently in a hurry to get Pocky back so that the Sea Hand brothers could start working on the sinking ship.
"Must I really agree to this oath?" Pocky asked nervously. He stared at the hunting knife in his hand and back to the magic scroll.
As a shipwright, he didn't study magic. To place his life in the hands of strangers who saved him was a huge risk. If Zero wasn't the Chosen One, Pocky would never agree to it.