Rise of the White Dragon

Chapter 187: Rooster Crowing

Chapter 187: Rooster Crowing

"Henson, don't just play games, dinner will get cold."

After somehow managing to save his brother, although he remained unconscious for a few days, it was diagnosed that Brian could wake up at any time. While Henson, in turn, spent most of his time training his physique and playing Survival Online and strengthening himself, mainly preparing for the tournament that would take place on the 10th.

'Brian, wake up soon!' Henson's eyes went a little red at the thought of his older brother, but he managed to control himself while he finished killing a monster in the game and then left.

"You took too long!" Mario grunted.

Their grandparents were old-fashioned; if everyone wasn't at the table, dinner wouldn't be served.

"Okay, let's pray first. Let's hold hands," The grandfather said solemnly.

Around the table, everyone held hands and the grandmother said, "Let's start."

"Deign yourself, Lord, to bless the food that we are going to take, to better serve and love you. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen. We thank you, Lord, for the food we have just taken, and allow it to grant us strength to serve you faithfully until death."

"Okay, let's eat now." After they finished praying, the grandfather opened his eyes.

"Mario! Don't drink while you eat." Grandma caught his eye.

Mario pouted, which was kind of ridiculous for a grown man to have such an expression, and continued to eat without touching the glass of juice.

"Grandfather, what's wrong with that rooster?" Henson asked what had been bothering him for some time. "He looks so weird and even smarter than normal cocks. Also, is it painted?"

"Haha, you're talking about Isaac, are you? He was struck by lightning in a storm and his feathers stayed that way." With so many strange things going on, the grandfather didn't think it had been the strangest thing and thought it was some kind of mutation that happened when he was hit by lightning. The rooster was like a domestic animal to him, so he didn't even try to make it public.

"Is this rooster strong?" Henson's eyes were excited when he thought of the possibility of the bird having unusual strength.

"I don't know that anymore," his grandfather said, "If I were going to test him, I better do it. He is irritated if someone outside enters his territory and approaches him. In fact, be careful when handling the chickens; he is very protective of them. Before he was hit by lightning he was temperamental; now he seems to have gotten even worse. I still don't know if he is something abnormal and can hurt a human."

"I don't even have the courage to get close to that bird. His look makes me uneasy..." Mario, who was a fearful man, shuddered when he remembered when the cock looked at him as if he were analyzing him.

"Tsk, don't fall for this old man's paranoia," Henson's grandmother scorned, "He's always like that, thinking that his cock is special. This old man always treated that rooster very well, and he even cried when he saw the rooster sprawled on the ground having been struck by lightning. When the rooster was still alive, he even dared to say that it was a miracle of God."

"But, isn't that it? I still think that God did it, to allow my rooster to protect us from these evils that are happening around the world," the grandfather said with undisguised pride, "Was it not thanks to my rooster that this place was not attacked by these monsters? I'm sure that just as a deer runs away from a predator, when these monsters feel the presence of the rooster, they will run away too."

"Humph! Old fool~" Grandma couldn't help but laugh. She didn't believe it at all, but she knew that nothing and no one would make him change that belief.

*bang!*

The impact of Qi swept forward, like a giant wave overflowing from the sky, producing a violent sonic boom.

"What is happening!?" Mario dove under the table.

Henson was on full alert. He knew he was the strongest among them, and if necessary, he could at least serve as a distraction for his family to escape.

Lurking at the window, Henson looked outside the kitchen.

"This..." Henson was stunned.

"Henson, did you see anything?" His mother murmured for fear of making a noise.

"It's the rooster!" Without knowing what was going on, Henson just saw the rooster surrounded by a pillar of golden light and with all the hens in the henhouse around reverencing him. It was a shocking scene!

*Cock-a-doodle-doo!*

"Cluck-cluck!"

"Cluck-cluck!"

"Cluck-cluck!"

"Cluck-cluck!"

In the air, floating like a majestic being, the cock crowed. The rooster crowing caused Henson's entire family to imitate a chicken, and even he did not escape it.

The 'chickens' inside the house flapped their 'wings', going towards the exit of the house and then imitating a chicken, went in the direction of the rooster.

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Henson and his family slowly regained consciousness, they slowly opened their eyes, only to find that they were lying on the floor in a strange posture.

Immediately afterwards, they felt a throbbing pain in their brains, remembering how embarrassing the actions they had taken were.

Unprecedented panic swept over them, and frightened, they wanted to get up.

But only then did they realize that, although they had regained consciousness, their hands and feet had no strength at all. Henson was a little different; with great difficulty, he still managed to get up.

'What the hell is going on here!?' Henson shouted at his mind in confusion.

In front of him, the rooster looked at him as if he were looking at a fool.

'Human, why are you not revering this majestic rooster, King of the Hen House?' In spite of being what the cock wanted to speak from his mouth, it only came out grunting.

'Is he trying to talk to me? And what is this whole pose?' Henson became more and more confused.

Flapping his wings hard, a gust of wind blew in the direction of Henson from the rooster.

"Ahhh!"

Although not very strong, Henson was thrown by the wind one to two meters away from where he was originally and fell on his knees on the ground.

The rooster puffed out his chest, looking proud of what he did. The chickens sang happily when they saw this. Their intelligence was obviously greater than a normal chicken.

After giving an authoritative look, the white rooster with a golden tree drawn on him came out with the chickens following him. Only then did the pressure that they felt before disappeared and they managed to get up.

Fear was evident on the face of Henson and his family. This was all very strange and scary.

"Let's go back inside first," Henson, who recovered the fastest, said.

His family nodded in a panic and entered the house. Perhaps only the grandfather was the one who was least afraid. After all, he had raised the cock since he was a child and even though these strange things happened, at least it didn't harm them physically, but he couldn't say the same about mental pain.

After all, being forced to imitate a chicken and worshiping a rooster was humiliating.