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
Day Off
Zero woke up early to his regular routine of qi gong and meditation. It was finally his well-deserved day off and the doctor was eager. Initially, he had so many things in mind that he told himself he wanted to do when he had some free time. However, as Zero walked through the village, he discovered that there really wasn't a lot that needed his attention. Almost everything was automated and Zero didn't need to lift a finger if he didn't want to.
Feeling slightly lost, he ambled over to New Moon Village and walked around. Things were also making good progress here without him and Zero wondered if the villagers wouldn't like it if Zero took some initiative to help build something. Hence, he left without a word. The sun still hasn't risen and Zero was already bored.
Who would have thought that it was so difficult to be idle?