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[Starting as a Class 5 Mutant] Chapter 382/383
🕑 Added 2025-01-14 16:00:06 +0000 UTCWith a sharp swish, the golden sword was pulled from the pharaoh's chest.
Hearing the sound, everyone instinctively turned toward Lisa, who now held the golden sword in her hands.
"What are you doing?!" Giovanni exclaimed in shock.
The rest of the group stared at her, stunned by what she had just done.
They had all noticed the golden sword embedded in the pharaoh's chest earlier, but an unspoken understanding kept them from touching it. It was as though their instincts told them not to disturb it, even though it was made of gold.
If they had considered taking it, it would have been only after everything else was gathered—and even then, most likely, they would have decided against it.
"Lisa, why didn't you discuss this with us before pulling it out?" Giovanni said angrily. "Don't you realize pulling that thing could be dangerous?!"
The others quickly chimed in, their tones filled with annoyance.
"Yeah, Lisa, are you out of your mind?"
"We already had enough treasure to haul away—why did you have to mess with that?"
But Lisa, the target of their ire, stood motionless, her expression blank, as though she hadn't heard a word.
Seeing her in this state, a chill ran down Giovanni and Najido's spines. A sense of dread crept into their minds.
"Lisa, don't scare us like this!"
Their growing panic was interrupted by a loud, rough voice echoing from the shadows nearby.
"What are you doing?!"
Startled, the group turned to see a band of people stepping out of the darkness. They were dressed in brown robes, holding flashlights and curved blades, and had distinct Egyptian features.
"Who are you people? How did you get in here?" Giovanni asked in disbelief.
Instead of answering, the leader—a middle-aged man with a thick beard—glared at them angrily. "Are you insane? How dare you disturb the pharaoh and pull out that golden sword?!"
Lisa seemed to snap out of her daze as his words echoed. Looking at the sword in her hand, she appeared confused. "So what if I pulled it out?" she retorted instinctively.
"So what?!" The bearded man, Kabba, laughed furiously. "Don't you know pulling that sword might awaken the tyrant?"
Under Kabba's explanation, the group learned the truth.
These men were part of a lineage of guardians tasked with watching over the pyramid and preventing greedy intrusions.
The body on the golden altar was indeed a pharaoh. During his reign, he had tried to use the pyramid and a ritual to borrow the great sun god Ra's power to resurrect and restore his youth.
However, the pharaoh's cruel and tyrannical rule led his own son, the next pharaoh, to oppose him. The ritual was interrupted by driving the golden sword into his heart, halting his resurrection.
The guardians' mission wasn't just to protect the pharaoh's resting place from outsiders but also to ensure he never rose again.
Even the guardians themselves only half-believed in the resurrection's possibility. They doubted the ritual's efficacy after being disrupted, and the notion of revival itself seemed implausible.
As Kabba and his men scanned the golden altar, they breathed a sigh of relief when nothing seemed to happen.
"It seems nothing has changed," Kabba muttered, visibly more relaxed.
With no signs of disturbance from the pharaoh's body, Kabba's focus shifted. His piercing gaze turned toward the intruders.
"How did you get past the barrier to reach this place?" he demanded.
Giovanni, now calmer, drew his black pistol and pointed it directly at the group of guardians. "Drop your blades. Don't make a move, or I'll shoot," he warned coldly.
"You can test whether your blades are faster than my bullets."
Kabba and the others tensed at the sight of the firearm, clearly unprepared for this development.
As the tension reached a boiling point, the entire pyramid suddenly began to tremble.
"What's happening?!"
Before anyone could react, a golden beam of light shot down from the ceiling, illuminating the altar.
"Sunlight?"
"How can sunlight reach this deep into the pyramid?"
Both Lisa's group and the guardians stared at the altar in stunned silence.
The golden light grew increasingly intense, flooding the altar and the pharaoh's body with radiant energy.
The pharaoh's golden ornaments shimmered brilliantly, dazzling everyone present.
Boom!
A powerful shockwave erupted from the altar, sending Lisa and the others flying backward. They landed heavily on the ground, groaning in pain.
But they had no time to dwell on their injuries. All eyes were fixed on the pharaoh's body, which began to change within the golden beam.
The wound in the pharaoh's chest, where the golden sword had been embedded, started to heal rapidly.
Even more horrifying, the pharaoh's hand twitched.
"His hand moved! Did you see that?" Norbert shouted in disbelief.
"Yes!"
"I saw it too…"
As Giovanni and the others stood frozen in shock, Kabba's expression darkened. He muttered in a trembling voice, "The interrupted ritual… it's restarting?"
"How is this possible?"
"We're doomed," he added, his tone filled with fear.
A younger guardian named Colin, an attractive man in his twenties, looked confused. "Even if the pharaoh revives, why are we doomed? I've got a gun. What could he possibly do against bullets?"
Some of the others nodded in agreement, finding Colin's point reasonable.
Kabba glared at them angrily. "You fools! The legend says this pharaoh was incredibly powerful, skilled in rituals that only the most gifted priests could perform."
(End of Chapter)
"And he's cruel, arrogant, and views everyone as beneath him. If he truly revives, the first thing he'll do is kill us all!" Kabba finished gravely.
"You're joking, right?" Colin asked in disbelief. "Magic? Priestly rituals?"
Kabba's serious tone continued. "Haven't you seen enough on your way here?"
Lisa and the others froze, recalling the strange occurrences they had encountered, their fear visibly deepening.
"All of those traps and mechanisms weren't set up by priests. They were all designed by this pharaoh himself—including the layout of this entire pyramid," Kabba explained, his voice low.
Unable to contain himself, Giovanni drew his gun and fired directly at the pharaoh's body bathed in golden light.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets shot out, only to halt in midair upon reaching the golden beam. They dropped harmlessly to the ground with a metallic clink.
The sound of bullets hitting the floor mirrored the sinking of their hearts.
Before anyone could react further, an eerie gust of wind swept through the chamber.
Suddenly, the pharaoh's body on the golden altar gasped for air, its mouth opening as though it had been suffocating. Beneath the golden mask, its eyes snapped open.
Moments later, the body moved. The pharaoh, glowing with golden radiance, sat upright.
The golden mask slipped from his face, revealing an exotic visage—majestic, stern, and exuding an oppressive aura of authority. Despite having died long ago, he now looked as though he were in his early thirties.
Kabba and the other guardians were dumbstruck.
The ritual had not only resurrected the pharaoh but also restored his youth! The legends said he had died of old age—how could he appear so young?
"The ritual… it worked," the pharaoh murmured, his voice filled with wonder, followed by a sinister chuckle. "Hehehe…"
Hearing voices, his cold gaze turned toward the group.
He recognized them immediately. His soul had lingered in this chamber, observing their every action.
"My servants, rise and destroy these intruders!"
With a guttural chant, the bones scattered around the altar began to glow with eerie green light.
To Lisa and the others' horror, the skeletal remains stood up, their lifeless eyes burning with an unholy fire.
Roar!
The mummified corpses let out terrifying growls before charging at the group.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Giovanni fired frantically at one of the mummies, but it only staggered briefly before continuing its advance, seemingly unfazed.
Giovanni's heart sank. Desperate, he turned his gun toward the pharaoh atop the golden altar.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets streaked through the air, striking the pharaoh's body with sickening thuds. Blood splattered across the golden altar.
The group was momentarily stunned by the sight, their despair turning to hope. Even the attacking mummies paused.
"Did it work?" someone whispered.
Before they could celebrate, the golden ankh clutched in the pharaoh's hand began to glow.
The group had seen the ornate symbol earlier but had been unable to pry it from his grip, opting to loot other treasures first.
Now, as the golden light intensified, the pharaoh's wounds healed before their eyes. Bullets embedded in his flesh were pushed out, clattering to the floor.
"That's the Ankh," Kabba explained hurriedly. "It symbolizes strength, vitality, and life itself. Many depictions of gods show them holding this object. It's likely an artifact of immense power!"
Lisa and the others were overcome with despair.
"We need to leave! I can't stay here any longer!" Lisa screamed, bolting toward the corridor.
Her abrupt retreat drew scornful looks from Giovanni and the others, though some were tempted to follow her lead.
But as Lisa neared the corridor entrance, she slammed into an invisible barrier and was thrown backward.
The pharaoh sneered from atop the altar. "There's no escape, you insolent fools. Your only fate is death!"
"Once you perish, your souls will serve me for eternity!"
The remaining survivors tried to attack the barrier, but nothing worked. They were trapped.
Surrounded by the advancing mummies and the ominously regal pharaoh, despair etched itself onto their faces.
It was over…
Just as all hope seemed lost, the skeletal mummies froze mid-movement.
"What's happening?"
Confusion spread among the thirty or so people trapped in the chamber.
The pharaoh, standing under the faint sunlight streaming into the pyramid, suddenly looked shocked. His face, once imperious, was now filled with disbelief.
"???"
Lisa and the others were baffled. What could possibly unnerve someone as terrifying as this pharaoh?
Breaking the silence, the pharaoh spoke in a loud, astonished voice.
"Is there a divine presence nearby?"
"Who is it?"
The group exchanged bewildered glances.
A god?
Impossible.
A divine presence? Here?
As they wrestled with their confusion, the pharaoh closed his eyes, as if sensing something. When he reopened them, awe and reverence filled his gaze.
"I feel the presence of sunlight… Is it you?"
"The great Sun God, Ra?"
"Unbelievable! Why would you grace this place with your presence?!"
"What?"
The words left everyone stunned.
The Sun God…
Ra?!
(End of Chapter)
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