Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 382: Chapter 382



With a sharp swish, the golden sword was pulled from the pharaoh's chest.

Hearing the sound, everyone instinctively turned toward Lisa, who now held the golden sword in her hands.

"What are you doing?!" Giovanni exclaimed in shock.

The rest of the group stared at her, stunned by what she had just done.

They had all noticed the golden sword embedded in the pharaoh's chest earlier, but an unspoken understanding kept them from touching it. It was as though their instincts told them not to disturb it, even though it was made of gold.

If they had considered taking it, it would have been only after everything else was gathered- and even then, most likely, they would have decided against it.

"Lisa, why didn't you discuss this with us before pulling it out?" Giovanni said angrily. "Don't you realize pulling that thing could be dangerous?!"

The others quickly chimed in, their tones filled with annoyance.

"Yeah, Lisa, are you out of your mind?"

"We already had enough treasure to haul away-why did you have to mess with that?"

But Lisa, the target of their ire, stood motionless, her expression blank, as though she hadn't heard a word.

Seeing her in this state, a chill ran down Giovanni and Najido's spines. A sense of dread crept into their minds.

"Lisa, don't scare us like this!"

Their growing panic was interrupted by a loud, rough voice echoing from the shadows nearby. "What are you doing?!"

Startled, the group turned to see a band of people stepping out of the darkness. They were dressed in brown robes, holding flashlights and curved blades, and had distinct Egyptian features.

"Who are you people? How did you get in here?" Giovanni asked in disbelief.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Instead of answering, the leader-a middle-aged man with a thick beard-glared at them angrily. "Are you insane? How dare you disturb the pharaoh and pull out that golden sword?!" Lisa seemed to snap out of her daze as his words echoed. Looking at the sword in her hand, she appeared confused. "So what if I pulled it out?" she retorted instinctively.

"So what?!" The bearded man, Kabba, laughed furiously. "Don't you know pulling that sword might awaken the tyrant?"

Under Kabba's explanation, the group learned the truth.

These men were part of a lineage of guardians tasked with watching over the pyramid and preventing greedy intrusions.

The body on the golden altar was indeed a pharaoh. During his reign, he had tried to use the pyramid and a ritual to borrow the great sun god Ra's power to resurrect and restore his youth.

However, the pharaoh's cruel and tyrannical rule led his own son, the next pharaoh, to oppose him. The ritual was interrupted by driving the golden sword into his heart, halting his resurrection.

The guardians' mission wasn't just to protect the pharaoh's resting place from outsiders but also to ensure he never rose again.

Even the guardians themselves only half-believed in the resurrection's possibility. They doubted the ritual's efficacy after being disrupted, and the notion of revival itself seemed implausible.

As Kabba and his men scanned the golden altar, they breathed a sigh of relief when nothing seemed to happen.

"It seems nothing has changed," Kabba muttered, visibly more relaxed.

With no signs of disturbance from the pharaoh's body, Kabba's focus shifted. His piercing gaze turned toward the intruders.

"How did you get past the barrier to reach this place?" he demanded.

Giovanni, now calmer, drew his black pistol and pointed it directly at the group of guardians. "Drop your blades. Don't make a move, or I'll shoot," he warned coldly.

"You can test whether your blades are faster than my bullets."

Kabba and the others tensed at the sight of the firearm, clearly unprepared for this development.

As the tension reached a boiling point, the entire pyramid suddenly began to tremble.

"What's happening?!"

Before anyone could react, a golden beam of light shot down from the ceiling, illuminating the altar.

"Sunlight?"

"How can sunlight reach this deep into the pyramid?"

Both Lisa's group and the guardians stared at the altar in stunned silence.

The golden light grew increasingly intense, flooding the altar and the pharaoh's body with radiant energy.

The pharaoh's golden ornaments shimmered brilliantly, dazzling everyone present.

Boom!

A powerful shockwave erupted from the altar, sending Lisa and the others flying backward. They landed heavily on the ground, groaning in pain.

But they had no time to dwell on their injuries. All eyes were fixed on the pharaoh's body, which began to change within the golden beam.

The wound in the pharaoh's chest, where the golden sword had been embedded, started to

heal rapidly.

Even more horrifying, the pharaoh's hand twitched.

"His hand moved! Did you see that?" Norbert shouted in disbelief.

"Yes!"

"I saw it too..."

As Giovanni and the others stood frozen in shock, Kabba's expression darkened. He muttered

in a trembling voice, "The interrupted ritual... it's restarting?"

"How is this possible?"

"We're doomed," he added, his tone filled with fear.

A younger guardian named Colin, an attractive man in his twenties, looked confused. "Even if the pharaoh revives, why are we doomed? I've got a gun. What could he possibly do against

bullets?"

Some of the others nodded in agreement, finding Colin's point reasonable.

Kabba glared at them angrily. "You fools! The legend says this pharaoh was incredibly

powerful, skilled in rituals that only the most gifted priests could perform."

(End of Chapter)

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