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
How to Sharpen a Knife
Normally, Hua Tuo and Zero took turns to prepare dinner. Zero was used to hunting, harvesting and chopping vegetables while cooking rice. However, he never really had the opportunity for handling any kind of meat. Hua Tuo was usually in charge of that. He would gut the fish and bleed out the animals before cutting them up into portions for future use. When Zero heard that he would be in charge of the dismantling of hunted prey, he was over the cloud.
However, instead of Hua Tuo, Gweshr was teaching Zero how to prepare the meat from the hunt.
"I don't do this often so pardon me if it looks messy. Blade users are usually better at this with the exception of Mitchnew. It's not very difficult but you must be well acquainted with a knife. Do you have a hunting knife or shall we borrow one from the weapon stores?"