Mummy Evolution-Chapter 110: An old, regretful man!

Sett checked his improved stats.

[Physical Attributes]

> Approximate Strength: 18 Tons.

> Durability: Equal to a body made of Diamond.

> Speed: 115 km/h (72 mph) at max.

> Resilience: Immune to almost all mortal poisons and ailments.

> Regeneration: You can passively heal major wounds like small cuts in mere seconds.

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Oh, it went from 16 to 18 tons?

Sett was immediately invigorated. A mere 2 metric tons of force might seem like a minor increase in strength, but even that was a huge increase.

When he eats a Tier 3 Tomb Heart and gets a 10x boost, this 2 tons would become 20 tons!

In fact, if this 2 tons of strength was given to a normal human—that would have been life changing for them!

But to Sett, indeed, it was not that high of an increase either.

It was good—regardless.

Sett clenched his fist and created a small wound in his own palm. The blood that dripped from his hand was now purplish, but if one stared at it deep enough, they would see that it stil had a reddish hue.

Human blood was fundamentally red.

And that, no matter how talented they became, would not change completely.

The wound vanished in a second.

"Sett, what are you throwing in next?" Zainah asked curiously. "A Tomb Heart?"

Sett shook his head. "Next, I am going to try something bold. But this might as well end up a disaster, though."

The girls became even more curious.

Sett looked at the next person who waited for instructions in front of the door. This was an old man, a person who seemed silent and inconspicuous at first glance. But when you stared at the man long enough, you would notice something—grief.

A profound grief.

"Old man, are you ready?" Sett asked.

The Grieving Man nodded with a smile. "What should I throw in, young man?"

Sett smiled back and clapped his hand.

A soldier clad in armor slowly walked out of a shimmering gateway that appeared out of nowhere. Then, it bowed to Sett.

Sett pointed at the soldier. "Throw him in for me."

It was one of Sett's 50 Tomb Slaves. A Tier 1 Tomb Slave.

Even if it ended up dying, Sett didn't really mind.

He was curious about what would happen.

The old man was taken aback. Then, he shook his head.

Sett raised an eyebrow.

"That is a human life you are playing with, kid. And he seems loyal to you." He shook his head again. "This is not the way, kid, this is not the way. And I don't plan to destroy my heart in order to get some gold."

Sett smiled at the words. "Do not worry, this soldier might seem like a living being, but it is just a walking corpse. Consider it as a part of my magical abilities."

That made the old man's eyes widen. "Really?"

The Soldier remained stiff and silent.

"Oh god, he seems so alive!" The old man exclaimed, examining the soldier. "Wait. This armor is something I made, why is your soldier wearing it?"

Sett was speechless. Then, he became impatient.

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"So, are you going to throw him in or not? If not, just leave."

"Any blacksmith would be surprised in my position kid, have some patience with old people."

Sett glared at the old man.

The old man finally nodded with a serious expression. Then, he silently pushed the soldier into the doorway.

Zarah waited nervously, incredibly curious what would happen.

Sett and Zainah were also quite curious.

The Door Spirit's hand came out, effortlessly lifting a naked man by the neck. The armor that had been on the man had vanished—and only the man himself remained.

"The armor and the man are considered two separate things," Uncle Door's sneering voice echoed out. "You won't be hoodwinking the smart me so easily. One throw, one thing."

Sett just stared at the soldier with unblinking eyes.

As a Tier 1 soldier under his command, this person had quite a bit of strength.

He had 1.1 Tons of strength!

But that had changed after the man entered the doorway and returned.

Sett frowned.

It became zero?

How was that possible?

Even a kid would have some kilograms of force, right?

Did the door degrade it?

Then, Sett frowned.

[A Divine Will has overridden your control over Tomb Slave No.33]

[You have lost control]

[Total Tomb Slaves under command: 49/50]

There was something different about the Tomb Slave itself. It was no longer under his control!

This hadn't been worth it, then, Sett concluded. Then scanned the upgraded Tomb Slave one final time.

It had become something inbetween a Tomb Slave and something else.

The first upgrade had made it useless, but what if it gained more upgrades?

Would the second upgrade make it any better?

Sett became curious.

The Door Spirit began the questioning.

"The first question I have to ask you, young man," Uncle Door said to the old man. "Why are you in so much grief?"

The old man smiled sadly at the way of calling. Young man? Young, me? Only something like this door can call me that.

They had all long come to the conclusion that the Door was an ancient figure in itself.

"You ask me of my grief…" The old man sighed. "My grief is simple. It is a regret. A big, irresolveable regret.

"I am now too old, too brittle. And all my life has slipped away. Earlier, I watched the toothless young man from the distance, do you know what I felt watching him?"

The Door was curious.

"I felt genuine comradery!" The old man said with a sigh. "All my life, I have been like him. I lived a toothless life, as a poet would put it. I've spent my whole life—my whole damn life—afraid. Afraid of people looking down on me.

"Afraid of being looked down upon for dreaming things beyond me! And now, I understand. Now I understand that I should not have cared about what others thought, now I understand that their opinions never mattered.

"Now I understand that their contempt did not mean I could not achieve my dreams. Now I understand it all. But there is no use. I am old. Too old! I regret it, I regret it so much!

"I survived for so long, but I have not lived for half as long!

"I should have started living my dreams without worrying about what others would think when I was in my twenties, at least in my forties! Now, I am 79 years old. There is no room for regret in my life!

"I am aggrieved! I am sad! Aging is far too cruel! I regret it all!"

Sett just watched in silence. Wisdom had come far too late.

The Door sighed. "You've answered the first question."

The hand went back in with the soldier. And returned again, the second upgrade having been completed.

Sett once again checked its status.

It had changed at a fundamental level—it was no longer even a Tomb Slave!