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
Rotten Fruits and Rotten Hearts
They ate, chatted, played some word charade games and even meditated all the way until the capital of Smargdas was within view.
"We're almost here," Bob informed them and Truen quickly wove the illusion spell.
"Let's stop by the forest in the North," he told Bob who agreed. That was still part of the Smargdas region even if most of the forest belonged to Altear. Thankfully, it was a neutral zone where small towns mushroomed due to travelling needs. They could definitely top by a small town to send word ahead to Mitchnew.
Finding a small clearing from the sky, Bob landed gracefully and Zero was the first to hop off, eager to stretch his legs and look around. According to the mini-map, the town near them was a very basic one with only an inn, a tavern and some small provision shops. There weren't many villagers but there were many travellers who would stop by before reaching the main city.