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
The Messiah
Legends have it that in the darkest time of need, a hero shall appear. Nobody knows the hero's name, but everyone knew one when they saw him. Dressed in a white lab coat with a hair tied into a ponytail, his cloak was blown away by the powerful tornado creeping towards their city.
When misfortune strikes, they come in waves. Right after the werebeasts battled it out with the furious young dragon who destroyed most of their city structures in its rampage, the weather controlled by Queen Leah's rage decided to bury the remains of their dear home underwater.
"Retreat! Retreat!" King Gaon cried. There was blood running into one of his eyes, and the arm wielding his sword now swung limply by his side. "Drag the wounded towards the gates! Retreat!"