Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 383: Chapter 383



"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.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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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