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
Dirt Ring
The lawless zone made Zero high on alert. There were all sorts of people around and many of them gave off nasty vibes. Zero might have the protection of the gods and was a powerful person but their killing intent made him feel highly uncomfortable. The doctor didn't want to get into fights but these people didn't look like they would be easy to reason with. Zero was also not someone who was willing to give in and back down when he was bullied. He wondered if Truen would be mad at him if he started a brawl in these streets before even they reached the inn.