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
I'm Not a King, You're Not an Apothecarist
It was late by the time Zero finally arrived at Windy Wood Town. There were no shops open, and many people started going to bed. Zero decided to book himself one night at the inn and postpone the anticipated meeting with Arvin till the next morning, much to King Sharo's disappointment.
The next morning arrived quickly, and instead of heading to the apothecary, Zero decided to stroll around the small town. King Sharo wasn't pleased although he had to admit, these villagers had some very unique items on sale thanks to their mixed heritage and culture. These half-blooded elves or elven descendants had incorporated some human customs better than the primitive methods of elves in Altear. The use of technology and inventions amazed the king. He wondered if Zero was doing this on purpose or if it was a pure coincidence.