I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

The hidden tomb paintings from thousands of years ago.

I do not know why it appeared here, and it was a vague voice that was introduced into the mind of the visitor.

What Eric saw in his eyes and heard in his ears unexpectedly had a disgusting sense of familiarity that could not be ignored.

Regardless of other things, he actually didn't have a good impression of such "familiarity", and what he felt at the first moment was just boredom.

"Wait for me? Can any inexplicable guy come out and say such incomprehensible things?"

Not for people here...probably.

Still that question.

Eric was really sick of it.

The "memories" that always popped up from time to time and flashed without warning, with the sign of his "past" on it, blatantly began to affect his thoughts.

Although those are indeed his past yes.

However, for the teenager who became more selfish after losing his memory, the process of recalling is more like the so-called "once" that puts pressure on him now.

When I had no memory at first, I was eager to get it back.

As a result, some memories were slowly retrieved. In the process of searching more and more, he changed his mind and became a little unhappy.

Because it wasn't that he was "looking for" at all, but from a different angle, those pasts suddenly appeared without warning, forcing their way into his mind.

It was as if the "past" couldn't wait any longer, and pulled him, as if insisting on him remembering quickly.

Active and passive taste different, of course—but not just for that reason.

Eric has always separated the "he" in the past from the present him. Although they are the same person, they are temporarily regarded as two people.

The more I think about it, the more I discover. The boy who had no troubles other than becoming shorter suddenly realized that the "he" in the past was a guy who couldn't describe it in words.

It's hard to describe in one word. The specific manifestation is that the experience is too complicated, and it seems that there are quite a lot of things that make Eric feel quite bad.

Just like now.

Just run into a ruin buried under the sea, and you can meet people and things that seem to have a lot to do with "him".

The guy who didn't know him at all had been dead for thousands of years, and he left a message with a mysterious voice that came out of nowhere, saying that he had been waiting here for him.

—Who are you?Wait for me, will I be moved to meet you?

Not only the heartfelt voice, but the silver-haired boy with an uneasy expression really said so.

However, when he turned his head, he saw that in the tomb painting, the color of the god statue with a human body and eagle head was dim, and the faint light projected before had dimmed, and it looked like a lifeless wall.

The Voice of Mystery was silent again, as if she had let go of her last mission, she was relieved and could return with peace of mind.

As for whether the mysterious voice returned or not, Eric certainly didn't know.

"...Run away? Tsk!"

It really still feels weird.

The "he" in the past is also, doesn't he know that he is a speechless idiot?If you die, you will die, but you still have to leave so many broken baskets to cause trouble for your future self!

The one in front of him is one of the obvious broken baskets.

Or to put it another way.

This is the "he" in the past who ignored it extremely irresponsibly, so only the unlucky him now bumps into it and seems to frown to solve it-what is this called?This...how can I say it!

All of a sudden, some meaningless information that he shouldn't know but was still polluted for various reasons boiled over and flashed quickly in his mind.

Eric thus remembered the magazines that he (carried by some unflappable bald caped man) flipped through when he was bored.

Annotation, a more detailed description of the gossip emotional magazine.

The magazine that he quickly threw away with pain in his eyes after flipping through it a few times, unexpectedly gave birth to the last sense of existence at this time.

"..."

"What's it called, what's it called. Nie Yuan, or emotional debt—wait, isn't that the last statement?!"

Just horrible.

Such a terrifying pressure was too heavy for Eric who was (at least outwardly) still a teenager.

This is the first time that Eric discovered that there is still such a complicated part of his past.

His face was slightly darkened, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the sound of thumping and thumping kept ringing.

Turning his gaze back again, he stared at the tomb paintings that occupied the entire wall. If those golden eyes were not so cold that they were frozen, they were about to burst into flames.

--defamation.

Sure enough, no matter how many times he looked at it, even if he didn't know the truth of the year, Eric's first reaction was still this, very straightforward.

He felt that his teeth were sour, and the more he looked at them, the more sour they became.

It may be that the blow was really big, and my head was still a little dizzy—or maybe it was because of being angry.

As far as the art of appreciation is concerned, the tomb paintings here must be regarded as the most beautiful works of art in the world.

The depictions of that era were all like this. The villains of the characters are slightly abstract, but their respective characteristics can be seen completely. The background is even more gorgeous, and there is nothing that is not delicate.

This is Eric's lack of artistic talent, which can be seen by people with little appreciation level.

But Eric didn't feel graceful at all.

His teeth became more sour, blood rushed to his head, and the corners of his brows with blue veins twitched, it was an expression that could not bear it and was about to be pissed off.

"Smash this messy thing!"

It's completely fabricated, and if others find out if he stays here, his reputation will be damaged... Well, if he didn't know it, he shouldn't be able to tell that there is a villain in the painting that is "he".

Eric was still angry.

People with good amnesia suddenly find that their previous emotional experience was particularly rough and complicated, and there are still various remaining problems.Who would be offended by such a thing?

Smashing all the paintings on the tomb to make them unrecognizable should be the most relieved and the most effective way to avoid future troubles.

Eric really planned to do the same.

The solution can be said to be quite simple. He just needs to freeze this wall, turn it into ice, and then smash it at will, and the tomb paintings that have been passed down for thousands of years will crack together with the ice, and disappear completely.

He seemed to place his hand on the wall casually.

The tactile sensation obtained by the palm is a bit rough. After thousands of years, the wall has decayed long ago, and many fragmentary particles protruded.

It only takes a moment to destroy the tomb painting that he dislikes.

Can stand here.

"..."

Surprisingly, the silver-haired boy didn't make any further moves for a long while.

【Anyway, no one will see it again... Let that silly boy have a peaceful dream. 】

Another distant and vague voice from the "past".It stops him.

Until this moment, Eric finally understood how the familiar feeling that had occupied a strong sense of existence in his heart since he came to the ruins came about.

"He" has been here.

After waiting all his life for the pharaoh who could not wait for the return of his lover to fall into eternal sleep, the man finally came back.

On the way back, I can faintly feel that there are still many details that are not simple.

Eric had "seen" several memory fragments about death.

One of the fragments happened in a narrow tomb passage similar to this place.

The man in black had a sullen look on his face, and stomped the shivering man on the ground, as if he was asking something.

Behind the background, the same mural is illuminated by fire, revealing the portraits of the gods that are also present here.

In the corner of the tomb passage, there are still piles of dilapidated and messy coffins, as well as bright gold ornaments, which should be buried with him.

Summarizing the remaining details together, it is vaguely possible to piece together a general process.

For some reason—maybe due to man-made changes caused by the passage of time, the pharaoh’s body that should have been sleeping in a certain place disappeared, and all the treasures buried with him were stolen by bold tomb robbers. The original solemn resting place Tranquility was broken.

The man who came back after a long time found it.

No matter how complicated entanglements "he" had with the pharaoh who was supposed to rest here, the fact that his disciples could not rest in peace made "he" particularly angry.

Therefore, it should have taken quite a long time.

The man searched the entire country to find the tomb robbers who had invaded the disciple's sleeping place or their descendants, excluding the innocent people who were not involved, and killed all the thieves who had stains on them.

Punishment alone is not enough, the man also has to retrieve the disciple's belongings one by one.

With luck, he dug out the circulation place of the funerary objects from the mouth of the tomb robber, and it was easy for "he" to retrieve the lost objects.

But under normal circumstances, due to the long history, the process of commodity trading has gone through several rounds, and it will take a lot of effort to retrieve the rare treasures of Ramses II.

Fortunately, although it took a little longer, the man finally found all the lost items and put them all back into the Pharaoh's pyramid.

The last "lost item" recovered was the pharaoh's own body.

Due to the change of the state regime and the chaos, the priests of the temple moved the mummies of the pharaohs to a hidden place in order to protect the remains of the previous pharaohs from being destroyed.

The pharaohs of the past, such a noble existence, could only hide in the dark and narrow secret passages after death, slowly decaying in silence.

It's still the same reason, no matter how unhappy the pharaoh had with men when he was young and ignorant.

He is a disciple recognized by men - this point, without a doubt, will never change.

Therefore, men naturally would not tolerate their disciples being reduced to such a miserable state.

It took "he" a long time to find the remains of the pharaoh, and then brought the shriveled and emaciated mummy back to the pyramid that had been silent for more than a hundred years.

On the way back for the last time, "he" hugged a rather heavy coffin, and slowly walked to the bottom step by step along the downward passage that the silver-haired boy had just walked through.

When passing the long corridor where the silver-haired boy is now, it is no surprise that "he" also saw the tomb paintings on both sides.

I've been here countless times before and didn't notice it, but when I came for the last time, I accidentally raised my head and saw it just in time.

After seeing the content of the tomb painting clearly, "his" mood is probably the same as that of Eric now, and maybe a little bit more dumbfounded.

Perhaps, there is still a bit of helplessness that is not a taste.

He was very angry, and he would definitely scold the brat who was daydreaming severely.

But the old man has passed away.

After all, "he" would not be angry with the disciple who no longer deliberately hugged him from behind and said with a smile, "Teacher, I like you".

The gap between life and death is so big that it can fade the unpleasantness of the past, leaving only pleasant memories in the hearts of the living.

Therefore, the man paused in front of the tomb painting for a long time, but he still didn't completely destroy the wall that stained "his" name.

"His" disciple, the Pharaoh who is self-willed, arrogant, and infatuated, left his message in the corner of this tomb painting.

——Before he was alive, he failed to wait for the teacher.

——After death, he continued to wait here.

so be it.

The man thought, let this nasty brat have a peaceful dream in this place where he will not be disturbed any more.

"He" brought back the disciple's body and put it into the golden coffin in the main tomb. He only tore off the black cloak behind him and threw the cloak in, covering the so haggard mummy that it didn't match the image in his memory. .

Then close the lid of the coffin, step over the pile of bright treasures that are almost impossible to get down in the room, and leave without looking back.

He didn't intend to let people from later generations break in, so the man must have done something before going out to completely prevent the possibility of outsiders entering by mistake again and disturbing the disciples of Eternal Sleep.

……

Think so.

Created a deadly slide at the entrance, and prepared a bastard designer who can wash people thousands of meters away into the seawater, there is a high possibility that it is "he"—is that so?

The corners of Eric's eyes twitched, and he refused to continue to associate.

Sorry, although I seem to have remembered something again, the boy's mood has not improved, but worsened.

He snorted heavily, looking even more displeased.

But the hand that was pressing on the wall was withdrawn in an uncomfortable manner, and it was considered that he had no intention of destroying any traces.

Leaving aside the fact that you will get goose bumps just by looking at it, the silver-haired boy folded his hands on his chest, his eyebrows almost knit together, and his ferocious eyes were fixed on a part of the tomb painting.

Assuming that this villain, who looks nothing like "him" except for the silver hair, is that man.

Because of a misunderstanding, he left angrily regardless of his feelings, and did not come back for decades after that—spreading the pharaoh's incomprehensible and incomprehensible sorrow and sigh.

This...is obviously not right.

No matter how much he disliked his past self, Eric still understood "him".

It is impossible for "he" to do such a heartless thing that the other party will not see him for the last time. What's more, it is engraved on the mural that "he" also accepted the eagle presented by Pharaoh when he met for the last time.

Thinking of the eagle, Eric's heart was inexplicably empty, and then he felt a particularly dull pain.

Something else must have happened.

There must have been some accident that made "him" unable to go back as agreed, after all——

"After all, big brother is not such a cruel person at all!"

"..."

"Sorry, sorry, I don't know why, my intuition made me speak up like this, did I say something wrong? Haha, no! That's good!"

Ignoring Eric's expression of "suddenly wanting to beat up this brat", Jin, who is always energetic, looked at the murals all the way, and finally came here.

Eric no longer needed to ask how this kid could see that the abstract villain was himself.Intuition, intuition is amazing!

Jin was very interested in the tomb paintings that were quite different from those in the tomb passage, and he immediately leaned forward as soon as he came, and was amazed countless times.

"Wow!!!"

"Oh, oh, so it's—"

"It's unbelievable. The civilization of thousands of years ago can be preserved to the present, and the storyline is still so complete. It's wonderful!"

Kim has a different focus than Eric.

He is serious about studying the ruins, and the plot of the tomb paintings (and the parties who are probably around him) have become secondary for the time being. The artistic and cultural value of the ruins themselves are more attractive.

Although I know it is.

Eric still felt a strong sense of discomfort after being read the black history.

He endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't bear it any longer, and he couldn't stand here as if nothing happened.

Jin didn't try to stop him, he was angry with himself, and simply turned around, preferring to look at the god statue on the opposite side with a dark cover.

Just watch and watch.

"...I thought, when you stood up, you were planning to ask something?"

"Fortunately."

I don’t know when the superpowers stood side by side silently and said: “I’m not interested in gossip or poking people’s pain. I just want to stand here and think about what a real god looks like.”

Eric: "Oh."

It's fine if you're not interested, he thought Kid Qi Mu was hesitating to talk when he came over.

So, he said directly: "Go in by yourself later, and tell me what you find, and I won't go."

"Oh, okay."

Saiki Kusuo also responded directly, and did not express whether he was in favor or against in his heart.

If you want to find a breakthrough to leave and find Saitama and others, you must enter the most central tomb.

Not long after, when Jin reluctantly left the mural, he and Saiki Kusuo stood in front of the huge stone gate of the central tomb.

Eric also walked over, but he only stood on one side, with his hands folded and his back facing the main door, his eyes closed and he said nothing.

While the two of them were thinking about how to open the door, the silver-haired boy seemed to be slacking openly.

But actually.

Again he was enveloped by certain images belonging to the past.

The scene that had flashed not long ago—appeared at the beginning of being submerged in the sea—resurfaced again for no reason.

The blood seeping from the huge opening in front of him dyed the seawater bright red.

The man with disheveled silver hair opened his mouth, and the red color leaking from the mouth filled his eyes.

He stretched out his hand with all his strength, and tightly clenched something in the other hand, as if he wanted to go back to the surface of the sea desperately.

But the current from below tied his ankles and dragged him down, until finally he could only fall into the deep sea, and the irresistible darkness and dead silence slowly overturned like quicksand...

The sea, the huge waves, the blood, something that should be sent out in the palm of the hand—the fragmentary clues seem to be pieced together at this moment.

The biggest clue was in the tomb paintings that he scanned in turn.

That originally only originated from a scene in a small fragment.

Perhaps, even the pharaoh himself didn't know why he added a scene that seemed to have no connection with the front and back, let alone a scene that had nothing special in the picture scroll about his life.

It was after a certain crucial battle that the defeated pharaoh returned to the safe coast with his remaining army before the seas that separated him closed.

What the tomb painting depicts is the pharaoh standing on the shore, looking towards the direction of the vast sea for some reason, it seems that he has stopped for a long time, and has not left.

he does not know.

Pharaoh really didn't know why he had the premonition that he couldn't just leave.

It seems that once you leave, you will lose the love of your life.

Once you miss it, you will regret it for life.

For unknown reasons, Pharaoh eventually left.

But when his life was about to end, he remembered this event that he couldn't let go of no matter what, so he added it to the tomb painting.

——Then, thousands of years later, as a reminder to remind a certain person of memory fragments, it was reflected in that person's eyes.

"……hiss."

The boy who closed his eyes and said nothing suddenly hissed softly.

Eric's head started to hurt.

As if the tape tightly wrapped around the mouth of the box was torn, he remembered a little.

At the bottom of the sea, the culprit who dragged "him" down with all his might should be the one who said sorry to him just now—God?

"..."

Still so inexplicable!

Just when he was in a worse mood, there was a voice beside him that he didn't like to hear:

"We can't open this door anyway."

"It should be opened only when a specific person comes over."

"Yeah yeah, so who is that particular person? Where is it? We can't get in without his help, shit—"

Eric: "..."

"Oops, oops, terribly-"

The ending sound of the word "Le" is extremely long, which is simply deliberate.

Eric: "..."

"You two, it's clear that you are implying me!"

Perhaps it was because he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he felt a little repulsive about having direct contact with the "past"... To put it bluntly, it was extremely awkward.

Moreover, very impatient, Eric didn't turn around, but just patted aside casually, as if to slap on the thick stone door: "You can't open it, what's the use of me coming! It's not just a casual slap, can--"

"Crack!"

"..."

"Crack, click -"

Eric's fingers hadn't even touched it then.

The stone door opened by itself.

It's probably an illusion. Hearing the sound of clicking, how can I hear a bit of eager joy.

Eric: "..."

Fine.

Fine!

When the main door of the tomb opened completely with a click, no matter the dust was flying inside, there was no light, and it was too dark to touch, Eric was already the first to step in.

And the moment he landed, the dark tomb room suddenly became brighter, and the sunlight that had been poured into the tomb passage before also came here, even brighter.

The ground is indeed a golden treasure, but the surface is covered with dust.

Illuminated by the bright sunshine, even though it is still covered with dust, the funerary object has regained its former glory and released its own radiance.

In the central area surrounded by these dazzling precious things, there is indeed a coffin made of gold.

The tall idol is at the front of the tomb, facing the coffin.The eagle's head looks straight down, and its eyes lit up by the light are like the sun.

In this way, it silently watched the human beings who had already died and were now reborn walking slowly.