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
Auction House (2)
"This is the famous Child of Roth! I don't think I have to say much, everybody knows how much of a killing machine this thing is. The only downside is that you'll have to train him and break him down before he can be any good. The last of his kind, let's say no more. The starting bid goes for 10 Devil Gold."
Zero was only slightly peeved that they didn't announce the Grade of this slave but he didn't mind. If they did put a Grade to the nameless child, Zero might have been angrier. Numbers were shouted and the price was now at least double of what the starting bid was. Yet there was no sign of the bids slowing. Zero fidgeted. The child wasn't looking anywhere else. It was as if he was challenging Zero to bid.