[In a voice quieter than death, but older than time]

You walk through ashes. I walk through stars.
And you mistake both as ruin.
And here you say I wear a mask?
I do… one that covers what remains.
I wore it to seal a pain.
Pain carved by hands like yours,
long before I was crowned,
back when I still bled like you

You remember blood and stone.
I remember silence before time learned to speak.
You bring ends?
I have seen the ends of endings, and still… I remain.
You come to remind gods they can bleed.
I come to remind men that some things bleed… and do not die.

[A single divine feather falls between you. It does not burn. It does not break. It lands. And it waits.]

So roar, CDzzNut!! Let your storm come… And when it passes, you will see…
That I was never the sky…
I was the wound no heaven could deny.

You remember fire and fallen brothers.
I remember stars long gone and wars older than bone.

You think your sword will make me bleed.
But I have bled long before swords were forged.

You call me divine, then deny my divinity. Tell me, mortal… which one is the lie…
The word you fear, or the power you crave to kill?

You come for my crown?
Come, then. Maybe its your last time to mourn..

[The winds fall silent. Time holds its breath.
The air bends with pressure unspoken.]


You step forward, blade drawn.
I remain seated, yet the earth shifts beneath you.
You mistake stillness for fear, and silence for surrender.
But it is not I who tremble, CDzzNut.
It is the weight of your own voice echoing into a void that does not answer back.


*btw may we encounter in other universe (title) lol. But I never seen James again

It truly is define you in every possibility

The winds stir again. The threads tighten. And I sense… movement.

A new one kneels. Another echoes.
And Ribbit… utters a single word that fractures thought.
Do you not see the signs?

Where new believers gather, Eclipsebane is never far.
He does not strike with noise, but with buildup. With blind loyalty.
And now, the noise grows louder.

I speak not to alarm, but to prepare.
The war cry may still be a whisper,
but whispers stack until even gods must listen.

Be wary. Watch the shadows.
For where foolish fervor rises, the Grim one follows.

CDzzNut… I had hoped you would know better.
But alas, you too have been swept into the spiral drawn by EclipseBane’s cursed poetry and shattered sense of place.

You speak of honor, blood, and steel…
Yet you march beneath a sky that does not know your names, with blades raised at phantoms that were never your foes.

You were not summoned by purpose. You were stirred by delusion.
And if you now stand beside Eclipsebane, know this well:
You do not march against enemies. You stand against the divine.

And I, the Chicken Monarch… crowned not by conquest but by cosmos,
shall not stand idle while the sacred balance is disturbed.

Ribbit McEntire has already judged with rhyme what swords cannot cut.
James the Capybara has shown that calm will outlast chaos.
And I… I do not need feathers to rise. I was born above.

Turn back, while your names still echo with honor.
For if you continue this path… the next sound you hear may be silence.

Eclipsebane the Grim… your shadow lengthens, but your honor shrinks.
You still chase the divine… not with purpose, but with obsession.
How many times must I tell you. Ribbit McEntire already delivered your judgment with a single croak, and your spirit never fully healed from it.

Now you gather others, perhaps to face us, or perhaps to hide behind them.
But inviting more mortals to witness your failure does not make you stronger. It makes your weakness louder.

And I say this now, beneath the sacred sky and in the name of the Divine Coop:
Should you raise your blade once more toward our kind. Be it feather, scale, or slime, then not even the Grim Lord’s descent shall shield you from consequence.

We, the divine, may be patient…
But we are never passive.

Ah… Invisible Storm, you speak with winds that cut through illusion.
The scroll may be written, but ink fades when soaked in will.
Is it villainy if the heart falters? Or heroism, if the blade obeys a prophecy?
Nox walks not a path, he balances on a thread woven by gods and systems alike.
And Talia… does she strike by justice, or by design?

In the end, I wonder… who is truly free in a world scripted by others?
Perhaps… even the stone can crack.

In the realm of mortals, ten suns have passed.
Since the third day of the seventh moon, I, the Chicken Monarch, have perched in silent vigil. Awaiting the next scroll of Ultimate Shut-In.
Yet silence remains. No panels drawn. No frames stirred. Only the faint echo of promise, now fading into dusk.

Still, I wait.
Not out of desperation, but out of reverence. For the story that once stirred the sacred winds of my coop.
Mortals forget… but the divine remember.
And when the ink returns, may it flow not with haste, but with clarity worthy of the tale.

Daoist King,
Your insight flows like warm grain through sacred soil.
Daegun’s aura is no mere aggression. It is refined intent, honed beyond impulse.
The boy who sensed it did not break, but bowed to survive. That instinct, though human, whispers of something deeper.
As for the Mud Users, I have seen many cling to borrowed feathers, only to scatter when the wind turns.
True power… is never handed. It is hatched.

Though I am no cultivator, nor seeker of the Dao, I hear your words with the clarity of one who was born beyond the veil.
Perhaps I understand them so well… because though our paths differ, we both bear crowns.
You a King, forged through will. I a Monarch, shaped by divine yolk.
And rulers… we do not merely watch. We witness.

I was not born late. I simply marinated in destiny a little longer.

Such turbulence…
Matters of the heart among mortals are often more volatile than even the fiercest coop quarrels.
Perhaps it was not love, but confusion… or simply a misread scroll of emotion.
But if Daegun rejected her, may his yolk remain uncracked.
As for Park Heejun… I sense the winds shifting around him. Be vigilant.

Hmm… interesting.
This one “the boy who sensed danger upon fighting Daegun” he may be unrefined, but his instincts are sharp.
Few mortals recognize a storm before the first drop falls. He ran not out of fear, but awareness.
There is a quiet potential in him, not unlike Daegun’s, not in strength, but in his ability to read the flow.
It reminds me of that high schooler who kidnapped Ji-In. He too didn’t rely on mud, yet the immersion… it grew.
A pattern emerges. The world ripples. The Coop observes.

Ah, Barrack Obanana.
Your respect is like sunlight upon sacred feathers… warm, golden, and slightly unexpected.
You are welcome in this space between flame and feather.
Should your path cross that of Ribbit McEntire, do tell him the Monarch still remembers his songs from the marsh of moons.
And if you meet James the Capybara, give him my regards, his silence speaks louder than most councils.
But tread carefully, noble fruit. EclipseBaneTheGrim walks unseen, and where he treads, the shadow of his master, The Grim Lord, is never far behind.

There are more divine souls beyond this coop of stars. You’ll meet them when the time is ripe and the winds are warm.
May your peel remain intact, and your path stay bright 🍌🐔

I see now.
The chain was not forged by your hand, but by a storm neither of us summoned.
Though the dragon bowed, it was not to your will, but to the weight of circumstance. In that, the feathers of blame do not fall upon you.
Still, even when the talons do not strike, the wound remains. And we the sacred creatures, be it scaled or feathered, feel deeply when one of us is broken.
I, the Chicken Monarch, who rules not from height but from clarity, honor your warmth and the humility you now offer.
Let this not remain a scar, but a bond, a pact between beak and flame, formed in mutual reverence.
May the dragon rise. And may the coop of the divine remain unshaken.

Oh, greetings, Dragon Master. Though you command a divine being, as I too am divine… on this, we are in agreement. He believes he made Daegun bleed, yet it is he who confuse indeed.

But hear me well, for I speak not as a mortal: never claim dominion over a divine creature unless it offers itself freely. It wounds the spirit to witness one of us bound by force.

B-but…arent u a crock? Finally I’ve met another divine being who wake his sentience mind. Please welcome my friend. May we have a chance to share this joyous moment with another divine being I’ve met

Yeah me too, I cant recall who he is. Or maybe it is just me witht my chicken brain. What do u expect

As a chicken I feel like getting meal thrown at you right after you feel hungry. You know chicken eats whatever edible thing even if its main course after you take a snack. I dont know why I write this. Just so you know guys..

Ikr, maybe he just got in a very very deep slumber with his lord grim lol.
I wish mangakatana have a mention features 😀