Abdullah looked at Set with shock and worry, as there were words he couldn't hear or understand—some seemed hidden behind a strange veil.
He tried to refocus on those words again, but a severe headache struck him, as if something was pressing on his spiritual form.
So he decided to ignore those obscured words and focus on the current situation. Standing before Set, he knew he had to be cautious.
He asked anxiously:
— "What do you mean? I can't understand what you're saying... and what is this 'exciting' thing you're going to do? And for whom?"
Set looked at his heir and said coldly:
— "That doesn't matter. You're weak, and you must accept your weakness.
But I'll explain it to you in a way that suits your level."
Set smiled, yet his eyes remained devoid of any concern, as if nothing in the world mattered—not even his own heir.
Then he said mockingly:
— "You told me I would take over your body, then you would resist me, and afterward I'd help you and admire your determination, and we would merge?
But that won't happen. I don't care about life, and I don't want your body.
Don't worry, I won't appear like some demon and ask you, 'Do you want power? Do you want revenge? Do you want fame?'"
He smirked.
— "Is that really what you think would happen?
Everyone desires power—even a little—or fame, in varying degrees.
As if I'd appear and offer you what you already secretly crave.
Life is much simpler than that."
Abdullah responded, feeling as though everything was spiraling out of his control. Everything he had thought seemed meaningless in front of this entity.
Then he asked:
— "So, what do you want to do?"
Set smiled and said:
— "I will give you freedom."
Abdullah was stunned, not understanding what Set meant, and he looked at him in confusion.
Set still smiled, amused by Abdullah's expression, and continued:
— "I mean, child... there will be no entity waiting to stab you when your guard is down.
No lurking fears. No one's plans. None of that will exist.
I will give you freedom.
Isn't that exciting? A story's protagonist without fears or threats.
But in reality, that's a threat in itself.
Without a motive, or the feeling of danger, you won't evolve.
But it's your freedom—do as you wish.
Be a villain who brings destruction to the world... or a hero who saves it... or simply someone who does what they can.
It's your choice.
Isn't it funny that the protagonist's identity is unclear? Neither villain, nor hero, not even an ordinary human?
So do what you want. I won't even be watching.
This is all just emotion tied to inheritance... as for me, I may already be truly dead.
So... what do you think? Isn't this better?"
Abdullah was shocked.
— "Isn't this... too easy?" he thought to himself.
Then he looked at Set and asked nervously:
— "Can I ask a question?"
Set nodded in approval. Abdullah quickly followed:
— "What do you gain from this, if it's really that simple?"
Set replied, and for the first time, strange fluctuations appeared in his eyes, though they soon returned to their usual indifference:
— "That's not important. You'll understand in due time."
Then strange emotions briefly crossed his face. He sighed.
Then laughed:
— "Do you really think it's that easy, child?"
Abdullah stared at him, confused, and tried to look around to see if there were any threats nearby.
Set remained smiling and unconcerned, and said flatly:
— "You will die, child.
Your survival rate is less than one percent.
Even though I did everything I could to create an heir... even that seems impossible.
So your chances are very low."
Abdullah responded quickly, realizing how serious the situation was:
— "Isn't there a solution?
I thought it would be simple... even though you won't take my body and I have freedom... the most important thing is surviving and inheriting your power successfully!"
Set smiled, as if completely unconcerned with the boy's fate, and said:
— "Yes, there is a solution."
Abdullah focused intently, trying not to miss a single word.
At that moment, Set became very serious and said:
— "Only Allah...
If He wills for you to live, then you will live.
And if He wills for you to die, then you are already dead, no matter what I do."
Set looked at Abdullah, who showed signs of disbelief, and added:
— "We believed in Allah long ago.
But over time, and with our appearance, we became worshipped as gods.
But in truth, we are not."
Abdullah sighed upon hearing that, and felt a sense of comfort.
— "Alhamdulillah," he whispered.
Then he turned to Set and asked:
— "When is the inheritance ritual?
I've spent a long time here, and I want to leave."
Set replied:
— "Now, child."
He raised his hand slightly, as if granting permission, and the dark space around them began to stir.
Suddenly, Abdullah screamed as overwhelming pain surged through his body—specifically his heart.
He no longer understood what was happening. All he could feel was pain—nothing else.
Set looked at his heir, knowing there was nothing he could do now.
Then he looked up and said:
— "Oh Allah... will You really deny me a descendant?"
Then he went silent, his gaze returning to Abdullah.
He said softly:
— "Now it's in Your hands... O Allah."
Seconds passed.
The only ones present were Set and Abdullah, who felt nothing but unbearable pain.
Then Set opened his mouth again and said:
— "Reveal yourself.
Do you really think you can hide from me?"
Yet his eyes remained fixed on Abdullah, completely unconcerned with anything else.
Waves of sound and fluctuations began, but nothing visible appeared. Still, a voice was heard:
— "Greetings, Lord Set... I hope you can forgive me. I didn't mean to disturb you, so I chose not to appear."
Set didn't care, and still hadn't made a decision. He asked:
— "Who are you?"
The voice continued—it didn't sound male or female.
It was the being that had been watching everything since he awoke from the pyramid... And
Watching Abdullah in secret... but clearly afraid of Set.
Then it said:
— "I am the Spirit System of the Pyramid, created by the Lord and ancient Egyptian god Thoth, O Lord Set."
Set responded, seemingly recalling a piece of the past:
— "Oh... you mean the one who knows the secrets of the universe?
Well, that person helped me, so it's a good thing I didn't kill you."
The Pyramid Spirit System was stunned, realizing the weight of Set's words.
It thought to itself:
— "Did Set sense me from the moment I awoke?
And if he did, why didn't he kill me?
Is he weak? No... I know Set. Even if he's just a lingering emotion now, he is powerful.
So... was it because I was inside the pyramid?
If I were anywhere else... I'd be dead."
It then looked at Set, who remained completely indifferent.
The spirit whispered:
— "Good thing my master Thoth planned all of this...
But I still wonder—how did Set manage to give himself an heir?"
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Next Stop: Spirit System of the Pyramid
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"Alright, if you liked the chapter, let me know!
I've noticed the novel isn't as popular as before… so to the few still following it—thank you. Truly, your support has meant a lot.
Now, we finally know the source of that eerie pyramid voice—but it's opened even more questions.
Did anyone guess its identity correctly?
And what do you think will happen from this point on?
Things are spiraling out of control… all because of Set's rebellion."