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
Grimoire Making (3)
"Argh!" Zero screamed in frustration.
In theory, everything worked out in his head. However, the truth was that none of the papers wanted to listen to him. The book couldn't be bound and not even his mindscape assistants knew what was wrong. It was as if every single piece of paper crafted from the barks and leaves of the Tree of Life and Tree of Knowledge had their individual personality. He didn't think that crafting the grimoire using unique materials could pose such a huge problem.
It was at this point that Zero felt his stomach protest loudly. Disoriented, the teen looked up and smelled something delicious coming from outside his door. The young doctor didn't have much time to get up before the door opened. Merlin was seen with Bib carrying a tray of what looked like breakfast.