The Voidwalker Chronicles

Even Voidwalkers need a break sometimes.

But what does Nero Angelo consider a vacation?

Let's just say… if you're from Nazarick, maybe take the day off.

Or don't. It's too late now.

Get ready—because chaos is coming, and it brought The Chicken.

Scene Start – Post-Divine Council, The Void

The silence of the Void stretched on like a breath held across eternity.

Nero Angelo stood still beneath the endless nothing, arms crossed, silver eyes unfocused. Around him, reality trembled from where he had bent it—shattered gods, fractured pride, shaken balance. And yet, he didn't look victorious. Just… tired.

Beside him, Clucknor flapped down from his perch in midair and landed with a soft thud on Nero's shoulder, ruffling his feathers irritably.

"You erased a dozen divine egos, rewrote the laws of power, and made reality itself cry."

Clucknor leaned in, beady eyes narrowed. "And for what? You look like you need a nap. Or therapy. Or both."

Nero exhaled. A slow, thoughtful breath.

" I need something," he admitted quietly. "Something different."

Clucknor's eyes lit up. "Don't tell me. You want to go on vacation."

"… Yes."

The Void itself blinked.

"A real vacation," Nero continued, his voice firmer now. "No saving timelines. No breaking laws of causality. Just… something fun. Something pointless."

A slow, wicked grin began to grow on Clucknor's beak.

"… Like pranking another world?"

Nero didn't smile—but there was a glint in his eye. "Exactly."

Clucknor launched off Nero's shoulder, circling him like a manic feathered satellite. "Oh yes. Oh YES. You beautiful, tragic monster. Let's do it. Let's cause some chaos."

"Pick a world," Nero said. "But make sure they can take it."

Clucknor didn't hesitate.

"One word: Nazarick."

Nero raised an eyebrow. "You want to prank Ainz Ooal Gown?"

"Oh, we're not just pranking him," Clucknor cackled, eyes gleaming. "We're going to make everyone in Nazarick question reality."

Nero looked up at the swirling Void above.

He raised one hand—tore a hole through space—and walked through it.

"Vacation starts now."

Setting: The Great Tomb of Nazarick. Everything is serious. Floor Guardians await Lord Ainz's next order with reverence. Doom looms. Tension hangs heavy.

Then… the chandelier turns into a glowing Clucknor, arms folded. He winks.

Demiurge squints.

"… My Lord, the ceiling appears to have… evolved?"

Suddenly, Ainz's majestic throne is gone.

In its place?

A toilet.

A solid gold toilet. Engraved with the words:

"You sit on power, might as well be comfortable."

Nero appears midair, sipping tea, looking completely unbothered.

Nero (to Ainz):

"Oh, I thought we were cosplaying rulers. My bad. You do serious. I do satire."

Clucknor, now wearing Albedo's armor, flaps into view.

"My Lord! I am ready to serve you… a slice of humble pie."

Albedo is furious. She lunges at Clucknor.

Clucknor teleports behind her.

"Too slow, psycho chicken."

Shaltear tries to fight back.

Clucknor pecks her forehead.

Memory Reset.

She suddenly thinks she's a squirrel.

Mare and Aura hide behind pillars.

"Is this part of training?"

"I don't think so. I think we're being… visited."

Meanwhile, Nero replaces Ainz's Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown with… a pool noodle that glows.

Nero:

"Same amount of damage output. Just… more fun."

Demiurge tries to argue divine law.

Nero copies his voice perfectly.

"Actually, Lord Ainz, I think I'm about to cry."

Everyone turns.

Demiurge is crying.

Exit Scene:

Clucknor writes "Clucknor Was Here" on the walls in glowing cosmic ink. It can't be removed.

As they vanish into the void, Nero turns back and says:

"Try not to take the world so seriously. You might enjoy it more."

(The End, for now.)