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
Land of Fae
With the wind beneath Bob's wings, they arrived swiftly in Mystic Meadows. It wasn't difficult to find out where the faes were gathered with Mii's mini-map tracking. Even if they didn't have that, anyone mana sensitive would be able to tell that something huge was going on up ahead where the mana condensed thickly. Fae King Vivian wasn't joking about the warm welcome when they visited, and Zero felt slightly embarrassed.
Although there wasn't much in Mystic Meadows apart from the beautiful landscape that spanned for miles, some amazing rock formations and the dense mana in the air, Fae King Vivian's abode looked like something out of a painting. Compared to the classy elves, the faes were simply breath-stealing.