Mummy Evolution

Hundreds of Years ago.

A young Sett stood on top of a moving carriage, looking at the carnival around him with an excited expression. People in colorful masks, shops with foreign wares, and women of all sorts of beauty were around him, all doing their own thing.

Sett couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched the girls.

They were all so different from the girls he had seen in the capital, all so slender-legged. Sett had to agree that he loved royal girls to his bones, but these girls had a style of their own. And many of them seemed rather enticing.

His boyish face became filled with even more excitement.

What if I could get one of them to pamper me all night today?

Should he try…

"Get down from the carriage, Sett Ramses," a calm voice spoke from within the carriage, seemingly annoyed. "Or you can forget getting to see your concubines for the next few days."

Sett's young face changed.

Now now, that was a threat he couldn't ignore.

"Mother Empress, that's a bit too much. Look, I already climbed down."

He obediently climbed down like a good boy and entered the carriage, showing a fawning smile to his mother.

Neilara Ramses the 6th, Empress of Ehyut, looked towards him, her eyes—pure gold like his own—seemingly distant.

Sett felt his heart ache as he took the woman's hand to show his presence.

Poor mom, he thought.

To others, Neilara was the legendary Sixth Pharaoh. The woman who climbed the throne while being blind in both her eyes. She had defeated her siblings in the battle for the throne, she had cleaned up multiple S-tier Tombs, and she had even brought peace to the common people.

She was a ruler with ruthless tactics, a strategic mind, and the power to back up her grand ambitions.

She was legendary.

Neilara Ramses, the Blind Saint that made the world fall dark.

But to Sett, she was his mother.

A blind woman—not some Blind Saint that made the world fall dark. Gentle and kind, not some ruth—

Slap!

Sett immediately thought otherwise.

"That hurts," he hissed. "Why did I deserve that now?"

His mother raised him up by his hair and looked at him. Really looked at him as if she could see him. She didn't say a word for a while.

Sett always feared his mother when she became like this.

"I don't like how laidback you are," she said, letting his hair go. "By the time I was your age, I was already making my siblings submit."

"I am just 14… Mother Empress," Sett said weakly, fearing another slap.

Did any girls see him get slapped? He wondered.

Surely not. The carriage was hiding the Pharaoh inside it, so it should be completely impossible to eavesdrop.

Sett gathered some courage.

"And I… I don't care about the throne. I hate politics and how filthy it is."

Thinking about that, he felt even more revulsion towards the whole thing.

His mother only showed a mocking smile. She leaned back on her seat, putting one leg over the other, taking a glass of wine and sipping at it.

"You are a fool, Sett," Neilara said. "You can never escape the binds of politics. Not in this life. Perhaps your cousins, or even I, might be able to leave politics behind. But not you. That is what you don't understand."

Sett bowed his head. "Why?" he asked.

His mother looked at him, and unsurprisingly, gave him a whack in the head.

"Think for yourself."

He nodded and sat on the chair, gloomily finding that the carriage didn't even have windows.

Now, he had to think.

Of course, he was not thinking about political bullshit, he was thinking about Zainah and her perky butt. One had to know that she had a really cute, pink butthole. And if someone pokes at it, she becomes all stiff.

I wonder what she is doing right now? Sett thought. Should I buy her some gifts?

He became excited at the thought.

Heh, that girl is always so hard on herself. She really needs some of this prince's 'softening.'

Another whack on the head made Sett's pretty face redden as he glared at his mother.

"This!" he roared. "This is too much! This is domestic violence! Child abuse!"

Another whack and he became obedient.

"I told you to think about it," she said, frowning. "Not about women again."

"Yes, Empress Mother knows the best!" he said. "But isn't it the sacred duty of a prince to have children?"

She sighed, unamused. "Women will be the end of you, young man."

Sett nodded thoughtfully. "I think so, too."

Her face darkened.

"Tell me, Sett. What is your Axiom?"

"Hm?" Sett frowned. "Axiom of Reincarnation?"

"What is the thing that nobles and royalty fear the most?" she asked.

Sett became solemn. "Death?"

"What if, assume, a commoner had an Axiom like yours?"

"They will be snatched up by the first noble to find them. If they are found, they will have to live and die for us royalty and nobles. They will have to be our slaves. In fact, even if a noble with an ability like me appeared, they will still have to be the slaves of us royalty."

No royal wanted to die. If they could reincarnate after becoming old, that would be perfect!

Neilara nodded. "You are not made for ruling. You are too kind, too silly. But you are smart. Indeed my child."

Sett smiled.

"But let me ask you," she said. "What if, then, somebody else became the Pharaoh and you lost your prince status?"

Sett froze.

The chances of that truly happening was not that high. He was the only child of the current Pharaoh, after all. But if that happened…

"Do you know why you don't experience assassination attempts so often?" she asked. "Even though your brothers, sisters, and cousins experience it all the time."

"Because…" Sett stood up. "No one wants me to die."

"Yes," she smiled at him. "No one wants you to die. They want me to die so they can replace me with a puppet or take my throne themselves. But they don't want you, my doted son, to die or be harmed in the process. They all think of you as precious." She smirked. "A precious future tool to help them reincarnate."