The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

Across the vast lands of the Cardinal World, the winds had shifted.

Not because of a new war.

Not because of a new alliance.

But because of one dragon… and the complete silence that followed him.

Veldora, once known as the free-spirited Storm Dragon, a chaotic but somewhat harmless force of nature, had now become the shadow everyone feared. Ever since he decimated Guy Crimson—the infamous strongest Demon Lord—in front of the world's eyes and declared the Jura Forest off-limits to all, a ripple had shaken the world's balance.

And now… no one knew what was happening inside that forest.

No messages.

No travelers.

No scouts returning.

Just silence.

In the Kingdom of Blumund…

King Edomar paced restlessly in the royal hall, his thick robes dragging behind him as his golden crown tilted slightly with each sharp turn of his boots.

"Fuze, we cannot afford to stay blind to whatever is happening in that forest. Trade routes are collapsing. Merchants are complaining. Rumors are spreading."

Fuze, the head of the Free Guild in Blumund, folded his arms as he stared at a wall map where the Jura Forest was shaded completely in black ink.

"I've tried everything, Your Majesty. All paths leading into the forest now vanish. People turn around without realizing, others end up on the other side of the continent. Some... just disappear."

Edomar clenched his jaw.

"It's like the forest is alive and pushing everyone away..."

"Or something far more intelligent is controlling it," Fuze replied.

The room went quiet.

In the Dwarven Kingdom of Dwargon…

King Gazel Dwargo, battle-scarred and wise, stared silently into a goblet of ale, deep in thought. Around him were his top advisors, all looking just as puzzled.

"What in the world is going on inside the jura forest?".

"Your Majesty, Since Veldora announcement no one dares to approach the forest—" one minister tried to explain.

"Nonsense," Gazel cut him off. If Veldora is indeed a king now we should find a way to be his ally, before he brand us as enemies."

One of the generals whispered,

"If that is indeed the case your majesty, perhaps he will need to have allies for trade and commerce"

Gazel didn't answer. Instead, he stood, his expression grim.

"I don't know what that dragon is doing… but I intend to find out."

In the Eastern Empire…

Emperor Rudra Nam Ul Nasca leaned back on his obsidian throne, surrounded by velvet-red banners and seated before an enormous map etched into a wall with glowing runes.

He tapped his fingers.

"Still no word from the Jura Forest?"

A general bowed.

"No, my lord. All scouting operations have failed. Not a single eye has pierced through that wall of magic."

Beside him, Velgrynd, his trusted companion and Veldora's own sister, had her arms crossed, watching her emperor with unease.

"You're still thinking of conquering it?" she asked.

"Of course," Rudra smiled. "That forest has resources, ancient magic, and now… mystery."

"Or a trap."

"That's what makes it fun."

Meanwhile… inside the Jura Forest....

The air was peaceful, birds chirping in the distance, rivers flowing with gentle grace.

And in the middle of it all—a kingdom was blooming in secret.

Goblins. Ogres. Lizardmen. Orcs. Harpies. Beastmen. Dryads. Monsters of every kind, all united… under one banner.

Veldora's.

But what they didn't know…

Was that their true ruler wasn't the one sitting on the throne.

It was the man sitting beneath a tree, legs crossed, quietly spooning coffee jelly into his mouth—Saiki Kusuo.

In the grand hall of the Storm Palace, now polished with enchanted stone and glowing magical crystals, Veldora stood before his gathered ministers and guards. His robes flowed like thunderclouds, and his voice carried the weight of a ruler.

"Souei," he said in a tone of steel. "You shall strengthen our eyes in the shadows. None shall sneak past our borders."

Souei bowed deeply.

"Yes, my king."

"Benimaru, your forces are strong. Begin training the lizardmen. They will join your corps."

"Understood."

"Shuna, Shion—prepare for the welcoming of the dryads tomorrow. Let them know this land is sacred, and all who serve with loyalty shall be cherished."

Saiki, standing in the shadowed corner behind a magic concealment field, nodded to himself.

"Mimicking that book worked better than expected," he whispered. "He even uses dramatic hand motions now."

In the growing city, monsters walked with pride.

Buildings now lined clean streets.

Shops opened. Farmers grew magical herbs.

Blacksmiths (like Kaijin and his brothers) had set up forges producing armor and weapons for the defense corps.

Children laughed, running through training grounds where Hakuro was drilling young warriors.

And yet—no one remembered Saiki.

Not a soul.

To them, Veldora was everything. The architect. The builder. The king. The savior.

Saiki had altered their memories perfectly. Even when they looked at him, their minds skipped over his presence like water slipping off a leaf.

Exactly as he wanted it.

"Let Veldora be the face," Saiki thought while sipping another jelly. "I'll just handle the boring parts."

Back in the Outside World…

In Clayman's hidden castle, the sly Demon Lord was hunched over a mirror showing replayed scenes of Veldora's fight with Guy.

"What in the abyss was that power…?" he muttered, beads of sweat on his brow.

He turned to his secretary.

"Any movement in the forest?"

"None, Lord Clayman. It's silent… like death itself."

He swallowed hard.

"We won't act. Not yet. Not until we understand what's really going on."

And still… no one knew.

Not a single kingdom.

Not a Demon Lord.

Not even the True Dragons beyond Velzard and Velgrynd.

They didn't know that the entire Jura Forest had unified under a single power.

That a new nation had risen.

That a new king had been crowned.

That a new order had taken root in the shadows.

And by the time the world finally noticed…

It would already be too late.

Far beyond the known universe—beyond galaxies, stars, and even the threads of time itself—there exists a realm no mortal can enter, no god can reach, no law of reality can define.

It was The Eternal Domain, the sacred dimension where only one being resided:

Veldanava. The Supreme One. The Creator of All.

He sat atop a colossal throne made of flowing starlight and crystallized dimensions, a throne not built—but willed—into existence by the very breath of divinity.

Planets orbited like dust at his feet. Time bowed at his presence. All laws—magic, fate, life, and death—were nothing but toys in his eyes.

And yet… even in his unimaginable greatness, Veldanava was smiling.

His eyes—limitless galaxies of color and meaning—were watching a particular world. The Cardinal World, a creation he held close, where the threads of destiny weaved the grandest of stories.

But what truly had his attention now…

Wasn't a Demon Lord.

Wasn't a war.

Wasn't even a god.

It was a high schooler with pink hair and deadpan eyes, who simply wanted to eat his coffee jelly in peace.

"Saiki Kusuo…" Veldanava whispered, his voice causing ripples across multiple dimensions. "A true anomaly…"

He had seen the moment Saiki arrived—no reincarnation, no summoning circle, no destiny chosen.

He just was.

Dropped into the world with powers beyond comprehension, and yet… all he wanted was silence, privacy, and dessert.

But now… he was doing more.

Reshaping a forest.

Controlling a dragon.

Building a kingdom.

And yet—doing it all in the shadows, letting Veldora take the credit.

"How amusing," Veldanava mused, his smile widening. "A being with the strength of a million stars… choosing instead to play the quiet role. Even I never thought of that."

He looked deeper, watching as Veldora, once brash and carefree, now stood tall like a true monarch. He walked with authority, gave commands with wisdom, and carried himself with pride.

"You've changed him, Saiki. Not with magic. Not with threats. But with subtlety… and control."

Veldanava closed his eyes for a moment and saw it all.

The memory alterations.

The psychological rewiring.

The hidden hand that built an empire while sipping dessert under a tree.

"The Cardinal World has never seen a ruler like you. Not Veldora… you."

But there was no malice in his voice.

No jealousy.

Only… genuine joy.

"Perhaps this world needed a new hand to guide it—not through fire or wrath, but through quiet intent. Cleverness. Balance."

He raised a finger, and in that moment, entire galaxies aligned at his will.

"I shall not interfere. No… this is your game now, Saiki. Entertain me."

And with that, the Supreme One leaned back on his throne, watching with interest and pride, as a new chapter unfolded in his creation.

The era of dragons, demons, and divine power was entering a new phase.

The age of hidden kings and unseen gods… had begun.