Mummy Evolution

Sett handed the silver blood over to the new man.

The man took a deep breath.

He was a bandit from around this area. For a living, he stole camels and sold them for a high price to foreigners.

That was what he excelled at: banditry.

And doing that for the last 13 years, he had earned quite a lot of money.

But recently, his bandit friends all abandoned him.

And they even took all of his camels with them!

He was completely broke now.

And he needed this money!

Sett calmly nodded at the man. "You know the drill."

"Yes!"

Immediately, the man threw the silver blood into the door and the hand returned with a goblet filled with golden blood.

Uncle Door spoke, not to the bandit, but to Sett.

"You think I am such an easy game, brat?" It chuckled. "You overestimate yourself. If I want to ask unanswerable questions, no one can answer me."

Sett put his hands behind his back. "You never said I couldn't help. If I can't help them answer some petty questions of yours, I obviously don't deserve your rewards."

The Door became silent.

The fuck? Be frightened brat. Why are you not shaken at all?

It moved onto the man who threw the blood in—listlessness in its vibe again.

"The same question as the one I asked the toothless brat. What will you do if you can overpower this Sett brat?"

The man gulped.

Then, he unapologetically answered: "I will kill him and take his women. No. I will not kill him, I will keep him for myself as well."

Then, the man looked at Sett and bowed. "Young master, please be magnanimous and open minded. I don't want to offend you but everyone here is thinking the same thing. This is the ugly truth. We all come from the bottom rung of society and there is no morality at the bottom."

"No morality in the bottom?" One man shouted. "Just say you are a shitty human being! Don't involve everyone with you. All of us don't walk around looking who we can overpower and rape!"

"Yeah, fucking bandit!"

"Go kill yourself! To think such filthy thoughts about the angels who are here to save us!"

"Young master, kill him!"

The bandit sneered. "You all say this but won't you do it if you had to do it in order to survive? Won't you ignore your morality?"

He only got jeers in return.

The man took it all in with a big grin. "This is the way of the individual! I am not going to care what others think. I will do whatever I want, only my desires matter!!! Hahahaha!"

Wow.

The Door's expression—somehow what was visible—became immediately happy.

"Wow, you have some guts!"

Sett remained silent. "Ask the next question."

Zainah sighed while Zarah's expression became deadly. Big brother Sett is going to give money to people like these?

This was the problem with involving oneself with pigs.

One must be willing to stink for a while.

The Door took the golden blood into the portal and returned with purple blood.

"Now, the next question is what I want to know from you."

In the end, what the Door desired most was to see people's true colors. And this was an opportunity for it as well. It did not care if Sett gained the most from this event, or if somebody else did. It only cared as long as it could ask the most devious questions.

It wanted to see the true colors of human beings.

That was its purpose.

To strip away lies from people.

"Bandit, tell me. What is your life goal?"

"That is a simple question!" He laughed. "Obviously, I don't have one. I just want to live today and die tomorrow without any regrets!"

From the side, Mahu, the toothless youth, stared in disbelief.

How can someone appear so crass and bold at the same time?

"Right answer!" Uncle Door became much more cozy with the bandit. "Truly, a bandit does not lie as much as a law abiding citizen does to themselves."

People lie to themselves.

They would go into a group of people and will suddenly feel embarrassed to reveal that they want something.

If they want to look handsome, they would feel ashamed for feeling like that. And then, they will think—I am not worthy of looking good. Or. Others would look down on me for wanting to be handsome.

Then, they will start hiding their desires believing others will look down on them.

But, so what if others looked down on you?

Did that affect you?

People's contempt had no real power.

Thus, the person who was unapologetically able to express their desires was the better person. No doubt about it!

Why?

Because they will die after having lived for themselves, not for others.

The Door Spirit threw the Purple Blood at Sett. He caught it. "That thing has reached the limit it can be upgraded into. That is the best type of mortal blood. And thus, the bandit's opportunity is over. He will not be asked the third question."

That was a missed opportunity to ask the Door questions about Godhood.

Sett nodded.

The Door Spirit turned to the bandit.

"For such a free you, bandit. I will give you an advice!" Uncle Door exclaimed. "Being unapologetically open is good and all, but know that such words and actions have consequences! You are too much of a fool!"

Sett turned to the man calmly. Golden eyes expanded in the man's vision, looking down with absolute authority.

Then, Sett waved his hand.

Silver, end him!

A head floated into the air.

Blood showered out of the neck and onto the toothless youth's face.

It was warm.

It was cold.

It was terrifyingly simple.

"Since you would kill me if you could overpower me, it just so happens that I will kill you if I can overpower you."

Sett simply turned away from the corpse, finding it inconsequential.

The bird that the bandit had been standing on shook its feathers, clearing the blood.

Sett looked around at the terrified people.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

It was better to be feared than loved by the populace—if people fear you, they won't dare take action against you without thinking about the consequences!

What will he do?

Will he not kill me if he is angered?

Now, would they dare look at Zainah or Zarah again so easily?

One should use force when necessary. Even pigs feared the whip.

A woman appeared in Sett's mind.

Regal, beautiful.

He turned to Zarah while feeling emotional. "Now, Zarah. Drink the blood."

He handed her the goblet of purple blood.

The girl looked at the corpse with half a heart to vomit.

Yet, she stared at her big brother first.

He ruffled her hair.

Zainah pouted.

Until this moment, she had been hesitating.

She had believed that getting used to murder was a bad thing. Thus, she had held herself back from getting used to it so easily.

If she became used to that, she would become less human!

That was bad!

But now, she decided otherwise.

Perhaps, getting used to murder was a good thing. At least, seeing bad people die shouldn't rattle her so much.

She drowned the purple blood.

Big bro Sett is murdering so many people in front of me because he wants me to get used to murder.

Since that was what he wanted—Zarah decided that it was okay. He wouldn't want anything bad for her, and this was what he wanted.

She did not feel too bad for the dead guy anyway.

He got what he deserved.

Zainah was not bothered either.

Sett nodded.

Good.

This will temper them for the real world.

"Now, next! Next person!" he shouted.

What should he throw in next?

Meanwhile, Muhu looked at his own palm and became deeply contemplative.

If he had been this decisive, this powerful, would his fiancee have left him?

It was not his fiancee's fault.

Perhaps he was not good enough.

The next person moved forward in the line.