Destiny_Aitsuji

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.

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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

Ball of Nothing

As an androgynous creature typed on a keyboard late into the night of 30th October, a grim-looking portal suddenly opened.

"You have been summoned," the figure in black hooded cloak announced and the writer dropped her glasses.

The summoner said no more and dragged the sleep-deprived and coffee overloaded author into the world of ink.

On the night of 30th October, a certain someone was also studying complicated alchemical formulas to make toad-skin cures. Gnarly warts caused by curses can only be undone with the lotion made from...

Behind the hardworking wood elf, three human children tumbled onto the pile of books. The bodyguard was instantly on high alert when that happened. He readied the most advanced tier of calamity spell at his arsenal and pointed it at them.

Bonus: Trick or Treat