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
Turbulent Trials (2)
Zero wanted to sigh when he saw the second trial's setup. Compared to that mind-boggling maze, he didn't think that he could shimmy his way through this one. The level of difficulty had suddenly spiked and if Zero was going to follow the same rules as before, he couldn't do anything against these guards.
"What should we do?" the strawcherry assistant asked. According to the map, there were at least two hundred servants and guards in the second trial all waiting for Zero to step out of what looked like a safe zone.
"I'm assuming this trial is to test my combat abilities?" Zero asked with a frown. "How can I display my combat abilities without harming anyone? Something doesn't add up."