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
Voice of the Sea
Ultimately, Ottley wasn't able to drag lessons for a week. Zero's thirst for knowledge and the lack of things to occupy him started to prove difficult to manage. Not even Truen was able to stop his friend from sneaking into the shipyard to check on the Marrissa's progress.
Whatever they thought the Marrissa was going to be, turned out completely different. The Marrissa had no sails, and the structure looked off. Zero couldn't help but wonder why this ship was completely covered in wood. How were they going to read the clouds and stars if the ceiling was also covered? Were they meant to row the boat manually or use mana to charge it? What if water leaked into this ship? The sinking ship would be a sunken ship. It was so strange that Zero didn't realise someone was approaching from behind him until the person grabbed him by the back of his shirt.