Welcome back to another chaotic one-shot from The Voidwalker Chronicles!
In this multiverse-hopping mess, Nero Angelo drops into iconic anime worlds—sometimes to save the day… other times to ruin someone's entire year for fun.
Expect absurd power scaling, disrespectful pranks, emotional gut punches, and of course—Clucknor the Void Chicken™.
This series is for fun, parody, and unhinged chaos.
Now then… let's dive into the madness.
Zoro's eye twitched.
"You… dodging a fight over dessert?"
Nero shrugged from his reclined position on the Thousand Sunny's deck chair, wearing shades now, sipping coconut juice through a twisty straw.
"Dessert is serious business."
Zoro unsheathed all three swords with a growl.
"I don't care if you're God of Snacks—I'm cutting you down!"
Clucknor, still on Nero's head, narrowed his beady eyes. The chicken tension was real.
Zoro shot forward, fast — three swords slashing in a deadly arc.
The crew screamed.
"ZORO, NOOO!!"
"DON'T CUT THE TOURIST!!"
"HE HAS A COCKTAIL!!"
The blades passed through Nero.
No, wait.
Through the space where Nero had been.
Nero was now standing behind Zoro… still reclining. Somehow.
"You missed."
Zoro spun. "You moved—!"
"No, I didn't. You blinked. Classic swordsman mistake."
Zoro roared and launched a real combo now. His muscles tensed. His swords howled through the air. He wasn't holding back.
But Nero?
He parried one blade with a plastic beach umbrella.
The other he deflected with a sudden appearance of a floating rubber ducky.
And the third?
He handed it to Zoro mid-swing.
"… How did you get this?"
"You dropped it."
"I WAS STILL HOLDING IT!"
The crew stared, wide-eyed.
Luffy was crying laughing.
"THIS GUY IS STRONG!!"
Sanji lit a cigarette upside down. "He's a menace."
Robin gently covered Chopper's eyes. "This is a crime against physics."
Zoro grunted, blood pumping. "Alright… you're fast. But let's see how you handle this!"
He pulled back, aura flaring. His swords glowed green.
"Three Sword Style: Nine-Sword Slash – ASURA!!"
The air trembled. Reality split. He charged.
A blur. Dust. Silence.
And then—
Zoro was tied to the ship's mast with pool noodles.
Clucknor was on his shoulder now, smug as ever.
"Wha—WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Lesson one," Nero said, dusting fake confetti off his shirt, "never try to out-crazy a voidwalker on vacation."
Nami screeched.
"THOSE POOL NOODLES CAME FROM NOWHERE!!"
Franky looked like he was reconsidering his whole life. "I've never seen someone parry an Asura form with inflatable party gear…"
Brook floated by. "Yohohoho~ may I duel him next?"
Zoro snarled. "This ain't over!"
Nero yawned. "I've got time until pudding."
Clucknor jumped down and stared Zoro in the eyes. The two locked into a silent, horrifying chicken-swordsman standoff.
TO BE CONTINUED…