Abdullah awakens as a soul in a pitch-black space where not a single light can be seen.
He whispers to himself:
— Am I... dead?
He lets out a deep sigh, then quietly says:
— Well, this is my fate... Alhamdulillah.
He remembers his family, and gratitude floods his heart. He murmurs:
— Thank You, O Allah, for granting me this family. I'm happy to be their son.
He accepts his fate and says with faith:
— Alright, my life has ended. Now comes death. I won't think of anything now… everything is in the past, and I can't change it.
I believe in You, O Allah.
He closes his eyes and recalls:
— Have the three questions come?
He tries to remember them, and indeed, he does. He smiles and says:
— Alhamdulillah.
He waits for the two angels to come question him, but nothing happens. Time passes, and nothing changes. The place remains shrouded in darkness.
He opens his eyes again and says:
— So I'm not dead?
He looks around and tries to move—and he actually can.
— Where am I?
— Since the angels didn't question me… I must still be alive.
(Even in this moment, his faithfulness to his religion shows.)
He glances left and right, trying to understand where he is. He murmurs:
— I can move… but if I act rashly, who knows what might happen?
He tries to recall the last thing he experienced. Step by step, he reviews his memory—until he remembers the system telling him he had entered a deep sleep stage.
He says:
— So this is the deep sleep stage? That explains why it feels like a dream… and why this place feels so strange.
He falls silent for a moment, analyzing, and recalls what he knows about deep sleep:
— Strange… nothing like this is mentioned in any book. No one ever said they experienced something like this.
Could it be that this information was hidden? Classified?
Or maybe people forget what happens here the moment they wake up? That would make sense… just like how we forget dreams.
He scans the place again:
— Even if everyone forgets… why am I aware?
In dreams, we usually don't realize we're dreaming. But now, I'm fully aware.
He thinks:
— Since this is a dream… can I alter this place? Control it?
He tries to change the dark space around him—but nothing happens.
He smiles faintly and says:
— As I thought… this place isn't as simple as it seems.
He reflects again and says:
— So this is… the Place of Inheritance.
Though it looks like darkness, to his eyes everything is clear, as if it's not completely dark.
He sighs:
— It all makes sense now. The delay in reaching level 8… my inability to awaken my Dominant Gene at level 9… the strange heart palpitations… and the system's confusion due to unreadable data...
All of that... is because I'm the Heir.
I thought I had some rare illness and wouldn't make it into the Global Sinai Academy.
But now… everything is crystal clear.
All my fears were… nothing.
— Subhan Allah (Praise God), just moments ago I was lost, not knowing what to do. I thought my life was over. And now… I've become the Heir.
And since I'm 97% Egyptian by blood...
It makes sense that I would inherit an ancient Egyptian god.
But... the books say the Egyptian gods vanished and had no heirs.
Yet here I am... the first Heir of an Egyptian god.
Suddenly, he becomes serious:
— Am I lucky… or just part of someone's plan?
Either way, this is my fate. Whether it was arranged or not, I'll do what I want—and enjoy it.
— I guess, to get out of this place, I need to know which god I'm inheriting. That should be right.
He glances around the darkness, searching for something. Then laughs:
— Which god is lucky enough to have me as their Heir?
Although it seems like he's been talking for a while, not much time has actually passed in the dream. This shows his incredible speed in analysis and clarity of thought.
Suddenly...
A terrifying presence appears.
The darkness trembles.
The evil that once haunted ancient Egypt begins to manifest.
The entity smiles and says:
— Well... you're weak. But still… not bad, kid.
Abdullah smiles, knowing his plan worked. He thought things through and spoke deliberately to impress the ancient god—so that the god would talk. And it worked.
He calmly replies:
— Yes, I'm weak. Do you think I'd get angry about something that's real?
As long as something is real, I'll use it—even my own weakness.
Isn't that right…?
So... which god will I be inheriting?
Can I know?
The entity smiles as he sits, resting his head on his hand, showing utter disinterest.
He replies:
— Kid, do you really think I care about your strength or weakness?
You're just my Heir. And to inherit an ancient god's power, you must be from his bloodline.
You… are like my grandchild.
And I… am Set.
Abdullah is stunned.
— Impossible!
Set was infertile. He couldn't have offspring! That's why everyone believed he would never have an heir!
And now you're telling me… I'm your Heir? Did you do something to make me inherit your power?
Set smirks:
— It's good that you're smart.
You're right—I can't have children. But I did something… to ensure I would have an Heir.
Abdullah falls silent, analyzing his words:
— So… you're going to take over my body? I resist… then you watch me silently… and eventually we merge?
Because you're Set, the god of chaos… right?
He falls quiet, facing Set—the god who killed his own brother, battled Apophis, and is one of the strongest gods after Ra.
He tries to figure out a way to survive.
Set, reading his thoughts, laughs arrogantly:
— Kid… do you really think that I—Set—the one behind all this evil… would lower myself to possess your body?
Just to make myself look evil?
I am evil. I don't need to show it.
I don't need to make this moment dramatic for the sake of the readers!
— Kid… you are not me. And I am not you.
We won't merge. I won't say I'm impressed by your willpower, and now we'll become one.
The darkness itself trembles from the weight of his words.
— I am Set. I never regretted a single thing I've done.
I don't need anyone's sympathy.
I don't care about your body—or your soul.
(He smiles in a way that makes everything around him tremble in fear.)
— I've done everything I wanted.
I come from a civilization that revered death.
Now you tell me I want to live again?
Are you mocking me… and my evil, kid?
— My evil has spread across the world. My legend is still alive.
There's someone writing a story about us even now.
Without you being my Heir, and without my fame, this story wouldn't even exist.
So, kid… realize who you're speaking to.
I am not some fictional character written just to entertain readers or spice up a story.
I am Chaos itself.
I am evil incarnate.
I am a being separate from everything else.
That's why…
I will make this story exciting—my way.
(He looks at his heir with calm and confidence, thinking how to make things thrilling—not the way the author intended, but the way he plans it.)
He remains who he has always been—the rebel who does whatever he wants.
Next Stop: Set's Way
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