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
Four days have passed since Zero's arrival at the Spring of Vitality. Baal sighed. Much had transpired in that short window of time that he was awake. There was no doubt about it, Coux was Lilith's descendant. The succubus' blood still ran strong despite the watered down generations. That trader was milking every single ounce of what he had to offer with the covenant mark, not that he was upset about it. Leaving business to the hands of a Van Doux was the right decision. Being mana drained constantly was a small price to pay. If his domain collapsed because of his inability to support it, Baal wouldn't be a Demon King in the first place.
"What's that? Has the mighty King of Laziness finally decided to get serious about conquering the world?"
Baal clicked his tongue. Yet another annoyance has chosen to present itself in the Demon Lord's path.
"Nice to see that you're still in good health, uncle. Are you here to steal 'holy water' again?"