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

Truen and Zero were escorted back to the palace with King Sharo. The elven king went back to his ice popsicle behaviour in the presence of many eyes, and Zero sighed. There was a long way to go if Zero wanted to re-educate the poisoned mind.

"What did you discuss with the spriggan?" Truen asked after they were given some privacy in their room.

Zero's expression was grim. Compared to the time back at Rocket Mountains, Zero didn't have the luxury of a few months to re-educate a stubborn elf. Bob sent a message to inform him about Jermine and her family's condition. While the mole beast folks were able to remain hidden underground, the pressure from King Gaon was getting worse. Lycantopia was a huge city full of festering wounded warriors.

A Royal Steed