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
Even when King Gaon and his ministers worked at their fastest speed, they took nearly three days to organise the documents for Zero. They finally had the names and numbers for every clan of Lycantopia who were willing to stay. A few tribes decided to leave and form a village of their own. King Gaon didn't stop them, only wishing them the best and sending them off with a small supply of bread that would have been their portion if they stayed.
The most concerning matters for these homeless citizens were food, shelter and medicine. Nobody knew when the dragon would return. Even if King Gaon arranged a good security patrol system, his efforts did little to alleviate his citizens' fear.
Zero spent those three days mingling with the citizens, talking to them and finding out more about Lycantopia's system. The caste system prevented omnivores and herbivores from contributing to the country even if they could. Zero decided that old customs had to go.