The Voidwalker Chronicles

We saved timelines. We shattered gods. We took a vacation.

Now? We're feeling chaotic.

This time, Nero and Clucknor step into a world of shadows, monarchs, and brooding silence… and do exactly what you think they would.

Yes.

We're pranking Solo Leveling.

Let the Monarchs try to handle this level of trolling.

Scene: South Korea — Shadow Monarch's Domain

The skies hang low, crackling with tension. The world is preparing for war. Monarchs stir. Hunters ready their blades.

And in the center of it all, Sung Jin-Woo stands, brooding. Shadows swirl at his feet.

Then—

A soft pop.

Not a dimensional crack. Not a gate.

Just… a pop.

From thin air, two figures appear midair above Seoul.

One sits cross-legged, silver eyes half-lidded, expression flat.

The other? A smug chicken—pure white, fluff immaculate—striking a power pose on Nero's shoulder like he's about to drop a diss track.

Sung Jin-Woo looks up, eyes narrowing.

The shadows behind him stir, sensing… something wrong. Something that doesn't follow rules. Something that eats rules.

Clucknor flaps once, raising a wing like a royal decree.

"I have come to claim my throne. You may kneel, Shadow Boy."

Silence.

The Monarchs—still distant, still observing—pause.

Nero (deadpan): "He means your throne. You know, the one made of shadows, edge, and emotional trauma."

Sung Jin-Woo frowns.

"You're not from this world."

Nero: "Nope. Vacation."

Clucknor: "Interdimensional tourism. Sponsored by Me."

Jin-Woo's aura spikes. Shadows writhe like serpents.

Nero (still sitting): "Easy, Edgelord. He's just trolling. That's kind of his thing."

Clucknor: "I also saved seventeen timelines while doing it."

Elsewhere: Monarchs' Council

"Who are they?"

"Not Hunters. Not Monarchs. Not even Rulers…"

"Then what are they?"

A Monarch gulps. "The chicken frightens me."

Back to Jin-Woo, who tries to command his shadows—

They don't respond. They're too busy… bowing?

"ALL HAIL THE CHICKEN KING!"

Clucknor (nodding solemnly): "As they should."

Nero: "Alright, wrap it up. We've got three more worlds to mess with before dinner."

Before Jin-Woo can say another word, Clucknor hops onto his head, pecks it once like a divine judgment, and flaps back.

A portal opens, shaped like a laughing chicken silhouette.

They vanish.

And Seoul is left… confused. Changed. Slightly traumatized.