After a thousand years, were human beings now so direct?

  The Egyptian Princess Ahmanet had just woken up. She originally wanted to use her eerie voice, with the female ghost-like appearance, to set the mood —— like a horror movie effect.

  Unexpectedly, Luke directly offered to become the mortal vessel of the God of Death, Set.

  It was completely unconventional!

  Ahmanet froze for a moment, and her brain had just rebooted.

  The muddy face, branded with hieroglyphics, showed a hint of interest.

  She stared straight at Luke, sweeping back and forth with a look of measuring goods.

  "Strong, young man."

  Ahmanet licked her blackened lips like a hungry female beast trying to swallow her opponent whole.

  There were no criteria for this Egyptian Princess to choose the body of the God of Death to descend upon.

  Simply put, it was probably the right age, not too old.

  The endurance should be sufficient, with strong abilities, preferably both firm and long-lasting.

  And, they shouldn't look too bad.

  The work wasn't too strict, so she could prioritize her preference…


  When the above conditions were met, it would pass.

  Don't get it wrong, this wasn't what Set had stated, but Ahmanet's personal interest.

  After all, before completing the ritual.

  She had to 'communicate' with the man of her choice, spiritually and physically, to achieve great harmony.

  In certain places, her requirements couldn't be lowered.

  "The Great Set should be pleased with you."

  Ahmanet sashayed her waist and approached him leisurely.

  In her eyes, there was only Luke.

  Dr. Henry was too old and had been ruled out.

  Those werewolves were non-human. They didn't need her consideration.

  The rest of the archaeology team looked inadequate in front of Luke.

  After a rigorous screening process, the only person who met the requirements was the young man who volunteered.

  "Really?"

  Luke made a surprised expression as if he was excited about being elected.

  And then, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he softly said, "In that case, Princess, let's finish the ceremony as soon as possible."

  "Where is the Dagger of Set?"

  As the one who signed the contract, Ahmanet had a hidden connection with the ruby and the dagger.

  As long as it's in the vicinity, she could sense it.

  To Luke, the Egyptian Princess was just a tool to find the dagger.

  Ahmanet was silent as she approached the young man.

  She sniffed the other side's vibrant soul aura and showed a satisfied look on her face.

  "Let me see …"

  The Egyptian Princess gently lifted Luke's shirt as if she wanted to inspect the goods first.

  Boom!

  The latter mercilessly threw a punch.

  There was a horrible hole in Ahmanet's chest.

  Fortunately, she was a mummy, and her internal organs had already rotted, so there was no bloody scene.

  "Princess, please behave yourself."

  Luke looked righteous. His actions told the other party that he wasn't that kind of casual guy.

  He just wanted to know the whereabouts of the Dagger of Set, but if he had to sacrifice his body for that, it wasn't worth it.

  Ahmanet was certainly a rare beauty with an exotic look, but that was a thousand years ago.

  After being mummified, she was sealed in a sarcophagus and dangled in a well full of mercury.

  The merciless years had destroyed her beauty, and nothing was left.

  The Egyptian Princess standing in front of Luke hadn't had a bath in thousands of years.

  With flesh and blood rotting and covered in mud, it really wasn't flattering.

  To let Luke and such a woman achieve 'great harmony' was something a little difficult.

  In a nutshell, he rejected her because of her looks.

  "I'm only interested in Set, not in you."

  Ahmanet felt offended when she heard his answer.

  She became angry. She opened her hands, and the intense aura of death attracted a large number of crows.

  They swept in like a black storm.

  Thousands of crows with sharp claws and beaks pecked away at the archaeological team.

  Snap!

  Luke snapped his fingers.

  The exuberant energy in the air, like an explosive that had its fuse ignited, exploded violently.

  Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

  The dark crows hovering overhead suddenly burst into flames and turned into a sea of fire.

  This spectacular scene shocked the archaeological team members, and at the same time, they had a better understanding of Superman's strength.

  "Most of the time, I am very polite and courteous to women."

  Luke walked up to Ahmanet and wrapped his bio-force field around his opponent, applying terrifying pressure.

  A mummy's body had an immortal attribute, but it was still not strong enough to be invulnerable to swords, water, and fire.

  At most, they were frequently beaten by physical strikes, more than normal monsters.

  With her two arms bursting open and exploding into a black powder, the Egyptian Princess finally felt fear.

  Her legs bent, and she slowly fell to her knees in submission.

  'What is wrong with this world?'

  In Ahmanet's feeble mind, humans should be synonymous with weakness.

  Even the bravest and powerful warrior in the kingdom couldn't resist the power of the gods.

  But now, it seemed like something had gone wrong.

  The young man standing in front of her was horribly strong!

  "That's the right attitude."

  Luke put away the bio-force field, looked down at the Egyptian Princess who had sobered up after a beating, and asked again, "Where is the Dagger of Set?"

  …


  …


  A few hours later, Luke arrived at a monastery near London, England, with a team of archaeologists from Prodigium.

  According to Ahmanet, during the Crusades, they invaded Egypt and plundered a lot of gold, jewelry, and antiques, among which was the Dagger of Set.

  "Find it and bring it to me."

  Luke gave orders.

  The Egyptian Princess, who was originally ambitious and arrogant, had been 'conditioned' by him to be obedient.

  Before long, she brought back the Dagger of Set from the monastery.

  It was made of black crystal and had a long, slender shape, and was cold to the touch.

  "And the ruby?"

  Luke turned to look at Dr. Henry, who quickly handed over a box.

  He knew that Prodigium couldn't resist Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D., so he changed his mind and actively cooperated, trying to leave a good impression.

  That 'Magic Congress' proposal was very tempting.

  A huge organization in charge of the dark creatures and the underworld.

  If he could join, maybe Prodigium wouldn't have to worry about how to deal with those 'monsters'.

  They would also learn more about the dark world, shrouded in mystery.

  "What spells are needed for the ceremony?"

  Luke embedded the ruby into the crown of the dagger, and he sensed a dark force that wrapped around it as if it were the key link to some kind of contract.

  Ahmanet tried to avert her fiery eyes and shook her head, "By piercing flesh and blood, the 'vessel' will be connected to the God of Death, Set, to complete the ritual."

  Luke thought about it for a while and stabbed himself in the chest with the dagger in front of everyone.

  Crack!

  The black crystal-like dagger bloomed with a few cracks.

  There was no defense at all!

  "Uh …"

  Luke was a little embarrassed.

  This dagger was only the medium for the ritual.

  In terms of sharpness, it was actually not much better than a fruit knife from the kitchen.

  "I'll try again."

  Luke's movements turned cautious.

  He was worried that if it failed again, the dagger might have to be destroyed.

  By stimulating the power left behind by the God of Death, and by the way, minimizing his own physical defense.

  The dagger finally made a small slit, and the moment it touched his blood, the ruby embedded at the top burst with light.

  The surging cold dark energy, like a flood, broke through the dam and poured into Luke's flesh and blood.

  A dark shadow, seemingly coming through the door of the material world, forced its way into his body, emitting a hiss of excitement.

  The hieroglyphs branded on Ahmanet's face gradually emerged on Luke's face.

  A strong dark power, like a fountain, gushed out, lingering around his body.

  'I have descended upon the earth!'

  Luke swallowed back the catchphrase before he could shout it with the aura of a chuunibyou.

  "I'm sorry, the ownership of this body belongs to me."

  Superman shook his head and said so.

  "And your authority over death is now mine."

  …