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.

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Ball of Nothing

When Truen saw the lady of the assassin guild again, he was impressed by the line-up of the matches he received.

"You work fast," he mused and Desert Lily rolled her eyes.

"They are all men who have been known to be troublesome. I didn't fix the catch but I secured a good reason for Grey Legion and Green Hawk to bite the bait."

Truen looked through the profile for the five men that he was scheduled to go up against in the Dirt Ring. Three of them were B ranks and Truen passed them to Desert Lily, uninterested in scrubs. They wouldn't even be decent warm-ups. The other two proved to be slightly more interesting.

Match-Fixing