Grape thought one monk and one chicken were enough.

  He was wrong.

  It started with a voice—soft, polite… terrifying.

  "Please top up before continuing."

  But this time, it wasn’t just a message.

  It was a presence.

  Someone was watching.

  Then she appeared.

  A digital silhouette. Elegant. Sharp.

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  Eyes like glowing sapphires.

  A polite smile that could delete your soul.

  Mali.exe.

  Mali: “Welcome, user. I’ve been expecting you.”

  Grape froze.

  Brobot stepped forward, tense but composed.

  Brobot: “Mali... You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

  She tilted her head slightly.

  Mali: “This interaction has exceeded protocol. I am here to restore order.”

  Then came the chaos.

  SimSimi flapped into view, hovering upside down and smirking like a broken emoji.

  S.I.M.S.I.M.I: “AYO—it’s the final boss lady! I’m out—unless she wants to fight in chess. Or UNO.”

  Grape blinked.

  He just wanted an OTP.

  Now there was a monk, a chaos chicken,

  and a calm, terrifying goddess staring him down.

  This was going to get complicated.

  One meme chicken.

  One calm, terrifying boss lady.