Pharaoh

The young man's slender body curled up slightly, and he prostrated himself on the ground.

Contrasted abruptly with his curving body is a dagger stuck in his back vest, it stands upright, and the silver-white blade seems to shine brightly in the dark.

It was pitch black all around, but the ground where the boy was crawling seemed to be illuminated for some reason, and bright red liquid could be clearly seen flowing out from under the boy's body, spreading over, and staining the ankles of the pharaoh standing there red.

That feeling is so real, it seems that the blood still carries the warmth of human body temperature.

Then, the temperature cooled down a little bit.

The young Pharaoh stood in the darkness, staring at his younger brother with blood-red eyes.

His pupils were like fiery rubies that had been scorched by a blazing flame and cooled rapidly in the ice and snow, shining with a cold luster, without any expression.

Then he looked up.

Step over.

He strode forward as if he didn't see his younger brother at all.

The blood dripping from the lifted foot landed on the clean white clothes of the prostrate young man he stepped over, blurring red traces.

The dark blue cloak fluttered behind the young king's back, gradually fading away.

The golden building block swayed on the Young King's chest with the ups and downs of his body, quietly, like a pure decoration.

There seemed to be something glowing ahead, which caught the Boy King's sight in the darkness.

As he walked forward, the light became clearer.

A garden of emerald green with a soft light appeared before him, and he saw someone standing in front of it.

The gold ornament of the Eye of Horus on the middle-aged man's forehead reflected a dazzling light under the light. He looked to Yatum with a serious and majestic face, but there was a hidden soft look in his eyes.

He nodded to Atum with a straight face, as if signaling Atum to go over.

Standing beside him was a slender woman, probably because the soft light in the garden was too bright, and the woman's face could not be seen clearly under the backlight, but for some reason, he could feel the warmer eyes and the warmer eyes from the woman than anything else. smile.

She raised her soft and beautiful left hand and stretched it in the direction of Atum, as if signaling him to go.

The young Pharaoh stood on a fork in the road, one leading to a beautiful garden in soft light, and the other disappearing into endless darkness.

He glanced at the middle-aged man and woman in front of the garden, and then turned his head. Without hesitation, he stepped on the dark road with no end in sight.

There was no expression on that handsome face.

The expression in the crimson eyes was very indifferent, without the slightest wavering, just watching all the movements around her rationally and vigilantly.

The twilight of another road shone from behind him, wrapping around his body, as if calling him to turn back.

But the twinkling light was quickly broken by the young king's body, and it turned into starlight and disappeared into the darkness.And in the end, finally, even the light in the distance disappeared behind Atum, never to be seen again.

There was another noisy sound ahead, as if a lot of people were running towards this side.

The gleam in the bright red pupils flickered, the young king stopped and waited quietly for the source of the noise ahead.

After a while, a child ran out from the darkness ahead.

The gold earrings dangled beside the child's blood-stained cheeks, occasionally flashing a golden light.The headdress of the Eye of Horus, which was stained red by the blood flowing from its forehead, barely showed the original gold color.

The child was panting heavily, with a tired and painful look on his face.

Pressing a torn wound on his left shoulder, he staggered forward.

He walked forward alone, his small body was covered with bruises, and he could vaguely see many people with sharp weapons chasing him in the distance.

The ground under the child's feet suddenly opened a hideous hole, causing him to stumble and fall.

The moment he was about to fall, he grabbed onto the crack in the rock, his small body dangling in the air, and under his feet was a bottomless abyss.

He raised his head and looked at the young pharaoh standing in front of him asking for help, as if hoping that the other party could give him a hand.

Standing in front of the huge crack, the boy king lowered his head, his bright red pupils stared at the child's bright red eyes that were exactly the same as his own.

It was a face that was just too immature just like him.

"If you can't get up by yourself, go to death."

He said never to look at the child again.

Raising his head, regardless of the huge empty gap in front of him, he stepped across it.

But he didn't fall into the abyss, his feet landed firmly on the ground.

And the moment his foot landed, the crack under his foot, the him he looked like when he was a child, and the crowd chasing after him from afar disappeared without a trace.

Under his feet, there was still a crooked path extending toward the darkness in the distance.

……

Scene after scene of tempting illusions failed again and again in front of the young pharaoh, returning without success.

What they met was the powerful and rational boy king, and his heart would not give them any gaps or flaws.

Every time they retreated, the golden blocks on the pharaoh's chest would light up slightly.

At this moment, it swayed slightly following the young king's steps, emitting a faint light in the darkness, repelling the darkness around the young king.

Perhaps because of its radiance, there have been no phantoms to harass the Boy King for a long time.And after what seemed like a long journey, he finally came to the end of the path.

It was a very small palace-like room, like a small palace somewhere in his magnificent palace... For some reason, he suddenly felt that this place was very familiar.

However, it makes people uncomfortable.

Atum frowned, suddenly feeling a little strange.He raised his head and found that the top of his head was no longer dark, but a clear night sky was exposed, and the stars could be vaguely seen shining down.

He looked up at the sky, so he didn't notice that the golden building block on his chest that had been emitting a faint light suddenly went dark.

It was dim for a while as if it was accumulating strength, and the moment the boy king looked around, the golden building block suddenly burst into dazzling light.

A crimson flame suddenly surged up, as if the golden blocks were ignited at that moment, enveloping the entire palace.

Bright red scorching flames spewed into the air, illuminating the entire night sky.

The bright red fire reflected on Atum's crimson pupils, as if his pupils were also ignited.

The burning sensation of the flames that were almost close to him transmitted the tingling sensation through the nerves of the skin, and the young Pharaoh's eyes clearly showed an impatient look.

Another phantom.

He thought so impatiently that he turned around and wanted to leave.

The moment he turned around, the corner of his eye glanced at the tall room in front of him.

Half of it collapsed, and the flames soared into the sky, covering the whole house in crimson flames.

His heart moved slightly.

This place is...

Atum stopped in his tracks, his crimson pupils reflecting the great flames that burned the house.

He stared at the half-collapsed house without blinking.

The bright red fire light made the light brown complexion on his side cheeks reflect a light red trace, and also covered up the expression on his face at the moment.

That day, he was also standing here, watching the soaring flames burning above the palace from afar.

His brother's body burned in the flames, and the traces of the slate magic that wrapped around his body and turned human souls into monsters were also completely burned.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the sea of ​​flames, the eyes in his crimson pupils were slightly dazed.

Everything that happened at that time seemed to reappear in front of him again.

No, this is not the past.

Now in front of him is the trap of phantoms that are always looking for his opening.

The crimson eyes quickly regained consciousness, and when he looked over again, the young Pharaoh was taken aback.

He vaguely saw a stone blue stone platform in the middle of the house through the cracks in the flames.

A huge stone slab stands at one end of the stone platform, and the firelight illuminates the pattern of mysterious charms around the stone slab.

A teenager sat on the stone platform, curled up with his knees in his arms, and sat leaning against the stone slab.

The flames extended from all sides of the room to the center of the room, and it seemed that they had burned to the foot of the blue stone platform and devoured it.

Perhaps because of the fear of the heat of the approaching flames, the boy's body curled up even tighter, clinging tightly to the stone slab behind him, as if he regarded it as his only support.

The young pharaoh withdrew his gaze from staring at the boy in the firelight.

He turned his head, still intending to leave according to his previous thoughts.

[That's just an illusion. 】

The young king walked forward.

The firelight behind him became brighter, making the shadow in front of him very long.

【That was just a trap created by an illusion. 】

The boy king continued to move forward.

The red firelight from behind shrouded the expression on his face in shadow.

[Being deceived by an illusion is the most ridiculous thing. 】

The youthful king's footsteps echoed in the darkness, and suddenly stopped.

The hand next to him was suddenly clenched tightly, so tightly that you could almost see the whitening of the knuckles.

He turned abruptly, his tightly pursed lips could be seen in the oncoming firelight, and the brilliance of the golden Eye of Horus headdress on his forehead illuminated his handsome cheeks.

Atum plunged headlong into the flames that engulfed the entire palace.

The dark blue cloak fluttered behind him as he ran.

The sound of the collapse and shattering of the fragile house burned by the flames sounded continuously, and the shattered boulders fell under his feet, and the rubble was scattered everywhere.

He passed through the flames, the clothes on his body were already ignited, and the piercing pain came from the skin being burned by the flames.

He saw the young man sitting on the blue stone platform completely surrounded by flames, curled up with his knees in his arms, hugging himself, buried his head in his knees, and remained motionless.

The clothes all over his body had been ignited when he passed through the flames, and his whole body seemed to have burned up and turned into a human-shaped flame.

The real pain when the flames burned made him clenched his teeth.

His outstretched hand grabbed the opponent's hand——

He saw the violet eyes that looked up to him brighter than fire—

The bright stars in the sky that penetrated through the fire seemed to fall on the bright smile on the immature face similar to him at that moment.

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It was quiet all around, and no sound could be heard.

There is darkness in all directions, only the path winding far and far under the feet has a faint light.

The game doesn't know how long it has been gone.

Maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe a year.

Perception has become numb in the unchanging scenery all around that is enough to numb the five senses, and it is so heavy that it seems that it is no longer his own body that is still moving forward, maybe it is just because of inertia.

The path ahead will never end in sight, no matter how long he walks forward.

He even felt that no matter how long he walked, he seemed to be standing still, and his mood changed from self-sufficiency at the beginning to depression to irritability to fear and now to insensitivity.

He was still moving forward mechanically, but his brain, which had almost stopped functioning, could barely remember why he was moving forward.

Why go on?

To get out.

His pace has become slower and slower.

What if I went out?

To get back to another me.

The body that was almost staggering forward was already overwhelmed.

Going back is just the beginning of the next separation.

……

The stumbling forward steps stopped unknowingly, and Yuyou looked around blankly at the darkness that was still the same as the beginning, with a tired look on his face.

He hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't resist the heaviness and fatigue of his body, and sat down slowly.

He hugged his knees and rested his chin on them, feeling his eyelids were heavy.

Maybe... it's better to stay here?

The soothing feeling coming from his heavy body at this moment made his thinking more and more sluggish.

Thinking of this, You Yu couldn't resist the sudden and violent sleepiness, and closed his eyes little by little.

At the moment when his eyes were about to close completely, a light brown hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness in front of him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the ground.

The strong force made him involuntarily be pulled up and fell forward.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and before he could react, his forehead hit the opponent's strong chest.

"Another me?!" (Japanese)

The young king who grabbed his wrist and yanked him into his arms lowered his head and stared at him with frowns.

huh huh?

Is it an illusion again?

When the young prince was struggling in his heart, the young Pharaoh frowned even more.

Just now he should have grabbed the hand of the younger brother who was sitting under the stone slab, which he knew was an illusion, in the sea of ​​flames, but the moment he pulled him over with a little force, his eyes suddenly went dark.

In the next second, the palace in the sea of ​​flames just now disappeared without a trace, and he returned to the darkness.

But at this moment, his younger brother was actually being held in his arms, looking at him with wide eyes in surprise.

He was hesitating, when he suddenly heard that strange foreign language spit out from his brother's mouth, the corners of his eyes twitched indistinctly.

Very good, it seems to be me.

Here he draws his conclusions.

On the other side, the younger brother Wang, who came to the same conclusion after seeing the Pharaoh's extremely obvious displeasure after he called out, immediately changed his name very sensibly.

"Brother Wang...?"

"Ah."

Seeing the relieved expression on Brother Wang's immature and tired face because of his answer, the crimson pupils softened slightly, revealing a trace of worry, and the unhappiness in his eyes just now was nothing to worry about. Disperse.

He raised his hand and gently stroked his younger brother's white porcelain cheek.

The softness of the palm, and the warm feeling penetrated through the skin of the palm, and a wonderful sense of comfort emanated from the depths of his body.

A vague idea flashed through his mind.

If he had followed his rational judgment and given up reaching out in the illusion of the sea of ​​fire just now...

"...Brother Wang?"

The outstretched arms of the young king suddenly hugged his younger brother tightly in his arms.

The soft hair slipped gently on his chin, and the slight exhalation and shallow breathing of the person in his arms when he was talking against his neck brought a little itchy feeling to his skin.

He half closed his eyes, the bright red had turned into a soft hue.

If not, at this moment his younger brother is in his arms.

No one can take it away.