"Ohh, guess the new generation isn't that bad." The ancient human's transcendent, cold yet domineering voice echoed.
Although it seemed he was praising, hidden within was deep contempt, as they didn't belong to the same race.
Apollo felt this was meaningless, like where the hell were these ancient humans getting their superiority?
But what he didn't know was this—over countless eras, nearly every race had unconsciously developed a hierarchy based on the age of their origin.
Those from the oldest eras stood at the top, revered like nobles… even kings.
Those born in later ages?
They were considered lesser—followers at best.
Inferior at worst.
The superiority determined in which era they were born; such a ridiculous hierarchy has hollowed most of the races from within.
It was clear the ancient human transcendent here also felt the same – that he was superior to the warriors of the present era.
