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
Unusual Relationship
It was an unspoken rule that spriggans who were guardians of their trees must guard their secrets with their lives. It was so in ancient times, and it would remain the same, even in the future. That much, Zero understood. However, there was no mention of how the relationship between a spriggan and a world tree should be. For some, they were friends, and for others, they were mother and child. In Spriggan Alex and The Tree of the Future's case, they were neither. They didn't get along very well.
"But aren't the souls of the world tree and their spriggans intertwined?" Zero asked in confusion. Shouldn't spriggan Alex be a little more accomodating?