Chapter 26- Glimpse Of The Damned Pigman Empire
Yuuta kept walking with a lazy bounce to his steps, his wide frog feet slapping the packed dirt path as he followed the trail of dried pigman footprints. The canyon had long since receded behind him, swallowed by the winding paths and sparse trees of the open world ahead. The sky above was a deep blue, wide and cloudless, the sun casting a golden hue that shimmered across the sand and made every damn rock sparkle like it was part of some grand magical prophecy. Yuuta didn’t care. He was humming some half-remembered anime OP, maybe from a trashy isekai or a harem show—something catchy enough to keep his mind busy while he imagined all the ways he would make those bacon-faced bastards suffer.
As he walked, Yuuta squinted forward, following the footprints that trailed deeper into the wild. His thoughts wandered.
"Bet their houses are just oversized pigsties," he muttered to himself, voice dripping with that signature salty contempt. "Probably some sad mud hut with a piss-soaked roof and leaves slapped on the walls like they invented architecture."
He snorted.
"Or maybe they live inside hollowed-out beasts. Real smart, huh? Just carve out some rhino ass and call it home."
The insults kept coming, each one more creative and unwarranted than the last—Yuuta was already dunking on the pigs’ homes without even seeing them. But little did he know that the trail he was on wasn’t leading to some backwater village or savage pit of tents.
No.
Yuuta was about to stumble into something so absurdly huge, so cosmically ridiculous, it would make his smooth little frog brain cramp.
Because nestled beyond the almost path he was approaching the pigmen’s empire—and calling it an "empire" was an insult to its scale.
From a bird’s-eye view, the settlement stretched across the land like mold across rotting bread. Rows upon rows of houses packed tighter than sardines in heat, not a mud hut in sight. Every home was forged from bricks, stacked with cemented precision, some even flaunting rooftops tiled in polished stone. It was a fucking nightmare of urban planning.
The entire sprawl looked like it had been assembled by some insane pig architect with a fetish for scale and a vendetta against minimalism.