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
Seahorse Riding
When Zero and Queen Leah returned from touring the farm, Priscilla noticed how her queen appeared slightly different. What happened there? Did they make some major progress while strolling the sea wheat farm? A pang of pain startled the head maid. Her queen looked truly happy this time.
Yet, the pufferfish head maid did not forget her role or duty. "The riding clothes are prepared in the carriage. A temporary establishment in the farm's cottage is prepared for the maids and stewards to assist your majesties."
Zero quickly waved and declined the offer. He would change by himself. It would be troubling to have other people help him as usual. Queen Leah simply nodded and let her capable head maid make preparations.
Zero clambered into the carriage to change as Priscilla escorted her queen to the cottage. The farm owner had everyone else wait outside while the servants helpedQueen Leah change into her riding outfit.