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

The first thing Zero and Truen did after leaving the slave camp was to look for a guild or inn or tavern. Generally somewhere that they could ask people questions. However, U.N.U. didn't have any of those things even if they were in a town. The undead summons ambled after the masters or worked mindlessly. The magicians spent their time indoors working on private projects. Nobody really cared about entertaining tourists. In fact, Zero and Truen were mostly ignored everywhere they went.

"Excuse me, could you tell me-" Zero tried to ask a passing magician who ignored him and walked away.

The same thing repeated itself many times and Zero was puzzled. Were people here deaf or just plain rude? Why was everybody ignoring him when all he wanted to do was strike up a conversation? The storekeepers did the same thing and it was vexing.

Part Robbery