"You damn pig-head, who do you think you are, daring to compare yourself to this Chicken Ancestor? This Chicken Ancestor has lived for more than thirty thousand years!"
The Scab Chicken shot the Pig Emperor a look, its tone filled with arrogance.
At the same time, it grumbled to itself, 'I can't even get a decent meal? This human kid is way too stingy!'
"Heh, a mere thirty thousand years. And you're so proud of it." The Pig Emperor sneered, looking at the Scab Chicken with an expression of utter disdain.
Although its inherited memories were in a chaotic state, this didn't prevent the Pig Emperor from understanding parts of its own past.
By reading some of these shattered memory fragments, the Pig Emperor knew it was by no means a creature of this era, much less a native of this continent.
The years it had lived could not be measured in mere tens of thousands. No one knew just how ancient it was.
