Pharaoh

There was silence for a while, except for the occasional clear sound of the stream hitting the stone wall.

You Yu's pair of violet pupils stared straight at the tall man in a dark purple robe floating in front of him, it was as bright as the light refracted by the stream.

"I don't understand……"

He said, frowning slightly, looking confused, "It's been just over a year for me since that day."

The tall slender man's face, which was almost the same as the High Priest Mahat's, was still expressionless, but his pupils tightened slightly.

He seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated, looking at his sleeping master lying in Yu You's arms with a bit of embarrassment, as if he had some scruples.

"Master, why did you do such a thing?"

When the black magician was meditating, it was the bright pink girl floating beside him who glanced at him, then at her master, held back for a while, and finally couldn't help breaking the glass made by her master. silence.

"...no disrespect."

The black mage paused, frowned and reprimanded.

"But, Master, I really don't understand—"

The girl's crisp voice echoed with the crashing sound of the stream, that pink and fair face swelled up, and the girl's face was wrinkled like a steamed bun, but it looked more and more cute.

She glanced at the black magician, and then her eyes fell back on Yu Yu.

There was a bit of eagerness, a bit of puzzlement, and a bit of grievance in the bright pupils—it was just that the grievance did not seem to be wronged for her own sake.

"Master of the game, you clearly know that the master doesn't want to go back to the underworld."

Her voice was crisp, like the wind passing by the spring sky, clean and clear, "If at that time, the duelist of the final ceremony is not you..."

"As long as there is a word from the game master, the master can stay, and it won't be like this."

She pouted, and what she said seemed to be scolding others, but her demeanor was more like complaining to her relatives. Compared with the black magician who was silent for a long time, she seemed more intimate.

Looking at her child-like demeanor, which has no sense of alienation and distance from him even after such a long time, Xi You felt a little warmth in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

That bright girl in pink, has never changed, it seems like just yesterday...

"Dark wizard."

Yu Yu's eyes fell on the black magician again, and the look in the depths of the light purple pupils was bright and tenacious.

"I don't know what you are hesitating about, but since you appeared in front of me, you should have plans to tell me everything."

He said, "If you don't want to say it, I can't force it, I just ask you."

"You just said that you followed another me back to the human world, why did you come out of me just now?"

The black mage was silent for a while, and finally spoke.

"I'm not hiding your intentions..."

he said, his voice getting lower and lower.

He opened his lips again, but did not make a sound. He concentrated for a while, and seemed to be thinking about how to organize his words to say everything he knew.

"Master of the game, after the battle of the final ceremony that year, the master followed your thoughts and returned to the underworld."

After pondering for a while, he spoke again.

But this time, the black magician girl who noticed her master's serious expression also calmed down, and floated obediently aside, just looking at Yuyu and her master with her big bright eyes from time to time.

"The master could continue to be the king in the underworld, but the powerful magic power possessed by the master and the strong spirit tempered by thousands of years of experience were favored by the god Osiris, who wanted to bestow the master with the throne and be his successor. "

He said, "The master is not unwilling about this..."

Having said that, the black magician suddenly stopped talking, his eyes brewed slightly, and he turned to the game.

"Master, do you remember what happened to your servant?"

The abruptly changed topic stunned Yu Yu, who was listening carefully. He looked up, but saw the black magician looking at him seriously.

He hesitated for a moment, then replied, "You mean... Keya?"

The subject of the black magician suddenly changed again.

"Although I have been with the master for more than 300 years since that day, I have lived in your body for the past three years."

He said, looking serious, but what he said was even more inexplicable.

You Yu frowned, feeling that his brain was not enough.

Three years ago, it was obvious that he was still in modern times, and the other him hadn't even appeared at that time.

He was confused here, but the black mage didn't notice his expression, and continued talking on his own.

"So, when it happened around you during this time, I knew it all."

He said, "In the end, you let Priest Seth fulfill Keya's last wish and turned him into your monster because his soul never entered the underworld after his death—do you still remember that at that time, Priest Seth persuaded you That sentence that fulfilled Keya's wish."

"He said that the underworld will not accept souls with strong obsessions."

As soon as the black magician finished speaking, the violet pupils that were staring at him in puzzlement suddenly trembled.

You Yu opened his mouth to say something, but his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

He found himself running out of questions.

He understood what the black magician wanted to convey to him euphemistically.

I understand, but I can't speak.

[In order to ensure the order and stability of the underworld, God Osiris refuses to enter the underworld with strong obsessive souls. 】"I think you should understand that the master is not willing to return to the underworld."

The black magician said, a wry smile appeared in his eyes.

The ancient pharaoh returned to the underworld, and in the ritual of the final duel, the power of the gods allowed him to regain his flesh.

He returned to the underworld not in the state of a broken soul, but in a nearly complete form of a demigod. His strength and toughness were appreciated by the god of the underworld, Osiris.

However, although Osiris wanted to establish him as the heir, he disliked the vivid obsession held by the Pharaoh that only living people should have.

Knowing that obsession is not something that can be eliminated, the god Osiris asked his favored successor to give up all memories in this world.

Atum stubbornly rejected Osiris' request, even going to war with him.

Osiris, whose dignity was challenged and completely angry, expelled Atum from the underworld, but did not let him return to the human world, but exiled him to ancient Egypt for more than 3000 years.

Although Osiris was angry because of this, he was reluctant to choose the only heir he had chosen for thousands of years.

He sent Atum back to ancient Egypt 3000 years ago, deliberately letting him revisit the disaster 3000 years ago.

"God Osiris said that when the master gives up that memory, he can return to the underworld and become the master of the underworld."

The black magician girl who had been quietly standing aside suddenly interrupted, "It's just that the master has always refused to..."

She looked at the game with a pair of bright eyes, as if she was looking forward to something.

"Master of the game, the master really values ​​the memories with you."

She was looking forward to the game, but when she found that the game just looked down at her master silently, that lovely face suddenly collapsed.

The black magician glared at the disciple who interrupted him, but this time he didn't blame her.

He paused for a moment, waiting for her to finish before continuing.

"I'm not very clear about what happened in the middle, probably God Osiris failed to control his power in a fit of anger... What the master returned to was not Egypt 3000 years ago, but Egypt more than 300 years ago. "

"That was the time when the master's ancestor King Ahmose lived."

Although Yatum, who was expelled from the underworld by Osiris and sent back to Egypt more than 300 years ago, was alone, fortunately, his magic power was not deprived.

The black magician and the black magician girl also came here with him.

The seven thousand-year-old artifacts were brought back to the underworld by Yatum at the beginning, and they have been shrunk down to carry them with him, and they were brought back together at this moment.

"That was the time when foreign races invaded Egypt frantically..."

"The master didn't intend to intervene at the beginning because he was worried that history would be changed."

However, the cruel killing of the Egyptian people by the aliens and the besieged King Ahmose saw that the king was about to die here, and the future pharaoh couldn't help but show up in the capital.

He didn't do it himself, but gave King Ahmose seven golden artifacts and taught him how to summon monsters.

Therefore, he was regarded as the messenger of God by King Ahmose and the Egyptian people who were in desperate situation at that time.

"Then, more than 300 years passed like this..."

"Wait a moment."

The game who had been listening silently all this time suddenly interrupted the words of the black magician. He raised his head, and his pair of violet pupils were a little frighteningly bright.

He stared at the black magician, and there seemed to be a bit of gnashing of teeth in the depths of his pupils.

"You mean—after that, he lived alone in Egypt for over 300 years until now?!"

"He just watched his grandfather, father, even his own birth like this?!"

The black mage looked at his other master speechlessly, there was no expression on his face, or he didn't know what expression to show at this moment.

For more than 300 years, he and his disciples have been guarding the master's side.

There are also monsters such as Tiomas, which the master has subdued one after another in the past 300 years, also loyally accompany him.

He wondered if his master would feel lonely, because the master had never said such a word or shown such an expression.

Only occasionally, he could see a trace of coldness from the back of the master sitting quietly on the throne alone.

"Master, do you still remember the tomb of King Ahmose?"

Although he knew that the master definitely didn't want him to tell the game master about this, the black magician couldn't help but speak up after all.

"King Ahmose did not build two underground palaces to avoid the corpses that were disturbed by the enemies as rumored - King Ahmose was fearless all his life, how could he act cowardly and hide outside because he was afraid of being disturbed by the corpses? things."

His voice suddenly slowed down, but it was still very clear.

"The underground palace in the Valley of the Kings was built by King Ahmose for his master."

He said, every word and sentence, hit the person's chest, and the bumps made people hurt.

No matter how luxurious and magnificent it is, it cannot conceal the fact that it is a cemetery for the dead.

He looked at the pain passing through the depths of those violet pupils, and in front of his eyes was the cold and silent figure on the throne.

"The owner has lived in this underground cemetery for more than 300 years!"

King Ahmose built two cemeteries, claiming that they were both built for himself.

However, no one knew that the underground palace built by King Ahmose in the Valley of the Kings was built for the messenger of God.

Therefore, the descendants of King Ahmose have a map of his catacombs in other places, but not a map of the cemetery in the Valley of the Kings.

Only the high priests of the past dynasties know the route of the underground palace in the Valley of the Kings.

Because only the high priest is qualified to meet the messenger of God.

The black magician took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and continued to speak as calmly as possible.

"Later, after the birth of the master's current father, the master left the underground palace cemetery."

When he said this, he suddenly paused, "Until three years ago..."

The black magician's words were in this pause, and the bottom of Yu Yu's heart also jumped.

three years ago.

The other said that he only had three years of memory, and the black magician said that it lived on him for three years.

What happened three years ago.

Suddenly something flashed in his mind, it seemed to be a little enlightened, but he couldn't grasp it clearly.

three years ago……

His heart beat violently—

Three years ago, Atum became king!

"Three years ago, another owner ascended the throne as Pharaoh. At this time, although the owner was far away in Lower Egypt, the moment the owner got the golden building block, the golden building block that still kept the owner's magic imprint was sensing two The momentary mobilization of an identical soul resonated between the master and the soul of another master."

"And the power of the golden building blocks reached its peak at this moment."

"It has fulfilled its owner's deepest desire..." The black magician looked at the game, he frowned and said, "By virtue of its power, it brought you from the world 3000 years later here."

"Wait a moment."

You Yu looked at him with a look of astonishment, "You said three years ago—"

"Did you make a mistake, I have only been here for less than half a year!"

The black mage smiled wryly.

"Master of the game, do you think traveling through time and space is so easy to do?"

"Even the god Osiris can get the time wrong. No matter how powerful the golden building blocks are, they are limited."

He says,

"You came to the present after 3000 years, not in an instant, but in the torrent of time and space for nearly three years."

The game is dumb.

He looked at the black magician, and the black magician looked serious, obviously not joking.

Indeed...at a time like this, who would be in the mood to joke...

For a moment, he only felt that his mind was in a mess at the moment, and he couldn't figure out how to stir it up.

Stunned, dazed, hesitant, and a vaguely suppressed anger deep in my heart, it's almost maddening to be pulled together in such a mess.

"At that time, you were just an ordinary person, the game master, your body and soul could not bear the oppression in the torrent of time and space... After all, the golden building block is just a dead thing. It followed its master's original intention to pull you here, but didn't think about it. Will you be crushed to pieces in the huge and terrifying torrent."

The black magician and his female disciple looked at each other and whispered.

"At that moment, although he sensed the movement of the golden building block, the master who couldn't stop him simply followed the golden building block into the torrent of time and space to find you, and used his power to protect your body and soul..."

"However, he was immediately ejected from the torrent of time and space."

The voice of the black magician who had been calm all the time suddenly trembled at this moment.

"The owner suddenly tore his soul apart at the last second when he was thrown out."

His tone of voice was a little strange and dry.

"The majority of the soul that possesses most of the master's power remains on your body, and we also followed the master's soul to your body at that time, and guarded you together with the master."

"Three years later, you finally managed to come here."

"You don't have any consciousness in it, so maybe it's just a moment for you..."

The torn soul is an unimaginable trauma.

Under such a severe injury, what was lost was not only the vast majority of power, but also the memory that he insisted on and would rather contradict the gods than abandon.