Mummy Evolution-Chapter 88: Egrith vs Sett

Just as Zainah was sighing to herself in relief, thinking that even though she had been so bold, Sett hadn’t seen her, a hand tightly wrapped around her from the back. She was startled, her entire body screaming, before she heard a whisper.

"Damn you, Zainah, damn you," Sett said, his arms tightening.

Immediately, Zainah’s face began to heat up. First, her face became completely red. Then her neck reddened.

And soon after, she completely paled.

Sett was here. Egrith was also here.

Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat louder than the last. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, though the air around her felt icy. She tried to steady herself, clinging to a fragile hope: Egrith hadn’t noticed. He couldn’t have. He wasn’t even looking earlier, right?

She turned slowly, forcing a smile, her movements stiff and deliberate. But the moment her eyes met Egrith’s, her blood ran cold. He was staring. Staring right at her, his gaze piercing and cold. The gaze of a heartless man.

Her forced smile faltered, and her face turned ashen.

Inside, a storm of curses erupted, each one directed at Sett and his entire lineage. This idiot! This reckless, brainless fool! Why did he have to show up now? Of all times, why now?

Before she could warn him, Zarah tugged at Sett’s sleeve, her voice trembling. "Big brother, this is bad. We’re surrounded."

Sett’s golden eyes flicked around the scene. Men, women, guards, civilians—they were closing in, forming a tight circle, their faces alight with morbid curiosity. The weight of Egrith’s Tier 3 aura pressed down on him like a mountain, oppressive and suffocating.

But Sett stood tall, his grin never wavering.

The gaze of a Tier 3.

Even now, it felt oppressive.

He had grown much stronger after becoming a Tomb Raider. He had even awakened another Limitless Magic. But there was a fundamental difference between a Tier 2 Tomb Raider and a Tier 3, and that fundamental difference was breathing down on him.

Slowly, the Prince of Kemet walked towards them.

Sett took a deep breath. Stood up. Turned to stand in front of Zainah.

"Why did you have to show up now?" Zainah whispered, her voice shaking.

Sett’s gaze locked onto Egrith, his smirk widening. "I would’ve stayed away if you weren’t so damn cute. How could I hold back after seeing that? Why’d you have to be so cute?"

Zainah didn’t laugh. Her heart was racing too fast for humor.

Egrith stepped forward, his movements deliberate, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you’d run." His veins slowly bulged, the onyx floor cracked beneath him. "You seem… different. Did you grow a little stronger, vermin?"

"And you look like you ate shit." Sett sneered, taking a stance. "Did your big brother mistake you for the toilet again?"

He had already researched the events of yesterday on his way here.

The crowd gasped. Egrith’s face twisted, his composure shattering. "What did you say?!"

Sett’s golden eyes flared, his gaze locking onto Egrith’s. In that instant, it was as if he could see into the prince’s soul—his ambitions, his fears, his weaknesses. A terrifying laugh erupted from Sett as he met Egrith’s claw head-on.

The claw was too powerful, it caused Sett’s diamond-like hand to crack with the first hold.

Sett’s golden eyes flared, his gaze locking onto Egrith’s. "Do you think you can fight someone with an Axiom?"

The Prince’s face changed.

In that instant, it was as if Sett could see right into the prince’s soul—his ambitions, his fears, his weaknesses. A figurative mouth appeared inside Egrith’s soul, biting down on it. A terrifying laugh erupted from Sett as he met Egrith’s claw head-on.

Axiom of Reincarnation—Death’s Call!

BOOM!

The collision sent a shockwave rippling through the air, kicking up a storm of dust and debris. Sett’s Axiom of Reincarnation—Death’s Call—activated, its eerie power seeping into Egrith’s body.

The prince staggered, his strength draining as if he were a corpse crumbling to dust. His body felt as if it was weakening drastically. As if he had died long ago and all that remained was his corpse, weakened and battered by time and dust.

And that feeling infuriated Egrith beyond measure.

It made him want to end the world!

AHHHH!

"YOU!" Egrith roared, his second fist already hurtling toward Sett. But his movements were slower now, his power halved by Sett’s debuff.

Sett met the blow with his own fist, the impact reverberating through both their bodies. He smirked, his golden eyes gleaming with defiance. "What’s wrong, Prince? Feeling a little… weak?"

Egrith’s face contorted with rage. He swung again, faster this time, but Sett ducked under the blow, his knee slamming into Egrith’s stomach. The prince grunted, stumbling back, but Sett didn’t let up. He pressed forward, his fists a blur of motion, each strike precise and brutal.

"DO YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?!" Egrith bellowed, his fist connecting with Sett’s face in a spray of blood.

But Sett didn’t falter.

His knee crashed into Egrith’s ribs, forcing the prince to retreat.

Sett rubbed his face, removing the blood.

Death’s Call’s debuff effects worked better on people who he could understand easily. And Egrith was easy to read—his thoughts were like an open book. He was a tragic person, an ambitious man, and a sad little critter.

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And Sett saw him as nothing but boring. But the Empire behind him was troublesome. And that understanding made Egrith become weaker by half. Sett, on the other hand, now had a body that was much better than average Tier 2 Tomb Raiders.

And that unconcerned look in Sett’s eyes only made Egrith even crazier as he took a deep, cold breath—his heart began beating. Thump. Thump. The objects around him quaked along with his heart beats.

But weakened under Sett’s debuff, he didn’t look that intimidating to Sett.

"DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME?!" Egrith asked again, a brutal hatred in his tone.

Sett shrugged.

By now, an army of guards had surrounded him. Not to mention, he could see a towering man seated on the floor amidst the guards.

The man watched, hands resting on his knee. A sinister glow in his eyes.

The man made even Sett’s heart skip a beat.

The Pharaoh.

"Do you need my help, son?" The Pharaoh asked calmly.

Sett felt shivers go down his spine.

The Prince growled, storming towards Sett. "Do I look like I need help?"