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
Dark Tree Ent Sapling
By the end of a very dramatic four-hour fight, Truen returned victorious, hardly breaking into a sweat. Pocky couldn't believe that the tiny sapling in his palm was the same dark tree ent that tormented him for decades.
Everyone had different reactions. Bob was busy making a campfire for the night while Truen updated the Great Gods about their activities. Zero was busy writing a letter to King Vivian to inform him about the unclaimed stray fae territory. It looked like the fae king had his work cut out for him as thousands of stray faes loitered in this collapsing swampland.