"Th... thirteen thousand five hundred and twenty years?"
Deep within the dense jungle, Hua Zhen shot to his feet. His thunderous roar seemed capable of overturning the entire forest.
Andre, who was carefully tending the fire with a wooden stick beside him, instinctively raised an arm to shield his head. After pausing for a moment and realizing His Highness was not about to beat him, he wiped the lingering blood from his nose with lingering fear, glanced at him deferentially, then continued carrying out the task he had been assigned.
He huffed and puffed as he tried to start the fire.
Hua Zhen had no mind to care about that oaf right now. He swallowed dryly. "Hey, I'm telling you, this joke isn't funny at all."
Who was joking with you? Did it look like I had nothing better to do?
The owner of the Unknown Voice spoke lightly. Though its tone was calm, there was a faint trace of schadenfreude in it.
Upon hearing that, Hua Zhen's expression immediately became even more vacant than Andre's.
Only after a long while did he sit down in a daze, staring blankly into the distance. "H-how did it turn out like this?"
From the moment he had stopped breathing, to entering the Blank World fabricated by the Sub-Biological Engine, then the Dark Plane, until he finally opened his eyes again and came back to life.
Although there had been several points during the process when he had no sense of time, Hua Zhen had assumed that his resurrection would take, at most, a century or so. How much longer could it possibly have taken?
Well, it had not taken that much longer. It had only jumped straight to more than ten thousand years later.
Was ten thousand years a long time? Hua