"Michael doesn't belong to anyone! He's not an object!" A pouting girl suddenly stepped forward. She was frowning while glaring at him.
"You're the one that trained it? I need you on board with the chicken fight club ASAP. They need to learn moves like Claw and Throw Dirt or something."
"No fucking way! I'm never gonna stoop so low!"
"You seem really angry. Why?" Jack raised a brow.
"Making these poor beasts fight is inhumane!" She shouted.
"I'd say it's very human. Just ask the players around you how many enjoy PVP. It's the same concept. Players fight for loot, and chickens fight for food, that's all."
"Tch— Justifying your evil practices with— What are you doing?!" She cried in shock as she saw Jack approach her chicken.
As headstrong and confident as she seemed, she was freaking out internally. This guy was the goddamn Demon King! She had seen the fire dragon, she knew he had slaughtered armies alone, and he had so many followers.
