Miss Hebe Is Fighting Her Way Out of a Lostbelt! Chapter 30

And so, Hebe was able to appear at Ozymandias's ritual in her peak form, seizing control of the ritual through the connection between king and queen, turning the Red King into her stepping stone.

With this, Hebe completed her three-life resurrection.

Her first life was as a queen of the Eighteenth Dynasty, the mother of Tutankhamun; her second life was as a queen of the Nineteenth Dynasty, the wife of Ramesses II; her third life ascended to the wasteland, becoming the guardian deity of homes and the dead, Nephthys.

The December Archon, the Duke of Sighs, was the culmination of their three lives.

"The new Archon has finally been born. From now on, death will be orderly, and natural disasters will cease. The Duke of Sighs will remember the name of every deceased person, so history becomes clearer, and Egypt will no longer be without a future."

Tutankhamun laughed self-deprecatingly, "All of this is good, but what is the price?"

Nitocris stared blankly at the ground.

To correct the errors of history, to pull a king who had brought disaster to the people from his throne, to enthrone a new Archon... Imma had done so much, how could there be no price?

How could there be no price at all!

Nitocris thought of those thin shoulders and felt a strange sensation. How could such a small body bear the fate of so many people?

Compared to the tyrannical Red King, Hebe seemed more like the one carrying the burden of Upper and Lower Egypt.

She inexplicably recalled the priests in the temple, writing on papyrus scrolls with ink-filled pens. When the writing was almost done, the ink would also dry up.

"The natural disasters are over. Let those people out," Tutankhamun said. "There's one more thing I think you need to know."

Nitocris looked up at him and said softly, "What else could there be?"

At Tutankhamun's urging, the people of Egypt reappeared on the stable and vast plains.

However, one person did not leave: Seno.

He held a papyrus scroll in his hand. When he noticed Nitocris, the scroll glowed faintly.

Then he walked over and offered the scroll with both hands. Nitocris trembled as she reached out.

On the papyrus scroll was someone's handwriting.

"I see it's snowing, Sister Nitocris. It's snowing in Egypt. I had some unrealistic fantasies, but I exchanged them all for a better future."

"Including yours."

"So you should take revenge on me, and the best way to do that is to forget. It's just restoring things to how they were. I had nothing to begin with. I see it's snowing, Sister Nitocris. It's snowing in Egypt."

Seno dared not look at Nitocris's face. He saw the papyrus scroll tremble more and more violently, like lotus leaves battered by a storm.

"The King of Ibis had previously dispatched us to find suitable locations for the Silent Temple across the land," Seno said. "She finally chose Heliopolis... The Silent Temple has now been built, but it still lacks a deity to protect it."

"The King of Ibis hopes that you will become our protector," Seno said, kneeling on one knee.

Anubis was Nitocris's achievement. As long as it was remembered by the Silent Temple, Nitocris would not perish, and the Silent Temple would be protected and could continue for a long time.

The world was noisy, but only silence remained here.

An extremely hoarse, extremely hoarse voice sounded from above Seno's head.

"So, she predicted this outcome from the very beginning, didn't she?"

—Those who wanted to be heroes died contentedly and in their rightful place; those who wanted to live peacefully welcomed a calm and beautiful tomorrow; those who wanted to ensure prosperity and succession became gods who remembered everything... Everything was in order, with a bright future for all.

"But what about herself?" Nitocris asked, her voice hoarse. "In the orderly new world, where does she place herself?!"

Nitocris's voice was like the cry of a night owl, mournful and piercing.

Tutankhamun covered his face, unable to answer the question.

"I see. Then I understand," Nitocris said, slowly rolling up the papyrus scroll and tucking it to her chest. "I once heard a story in Thebes."

Her voice was ethereal, as if from a very distant place.

"It said that if enough time passes, a drop of water, after merging into the ocean, will return; a grain of sand, after falling into the desert, can also reappear."

As long as enough time passed, she would be able to see familiar faces appear before her again.

"I will become the guardian deity of the Silent Temple," Nitocris said. "I will live on and on, without any incurable wounds, without any downfall that cannot end. All that is lost will return in another form at the end of time."

46 Excellent data settlement, making me stuck for two hours

"Settling now."

"Current Lostbelt: Golden Truth Dream: Lost Sand Sea Kingdom. Current Progress: 100%.

Achievements: Scribe of the Heavens - You witnessed the end of the God-King of the Sands, and personally witnessed the birth of the Duke of Sighs. 'The Red King's mad words still echo in the sand sea, while the Duke of Sighs waits eternally in silence.'

Exodus - You guided the Sarkaz away from their homeland, and they began their long journey, three hundred years overdue. 'Suffering can temper a person's backbone; the more it does so, the stronger they become.'

Nothing New Under the Sun - You have seen the rise and fall of the Great Red Sand Sea and its oases. Truth is no longer hidden from you. 'One day, all the familiar people will return.'

Prosperity and Succession - You proved that Egypt still has a future. 'The wheels of history roll forward, crushing countless skeletons beneath them. Among them are you and I.'

Lore of the Nine Sages - You mastered all the secret transmissions within Egypt's system of that era, surpassing even the Red King himself. 'There is always someone stronger.'

High Priest - You hold dual authority, making you an unparalleled peak within Egypt's system. 'A thousand mountains do not reach the height of this mountain.'

Regicide - You personally delivered the fated death to the Red King, though for him, death was also a mercy. 'Is there no greatest suffering? The sea of suffering is boundless.'

Pact with Gods - You have signed pacts with beings far beyond yourself multiple times. 'Contracts, notarization, laws. The study of gods and spirits.'

Silent Temple - You established your own organization in that era. It has changed many times since, but it has always endured. 'We are named Atlas because the King of Ibis once held up the sky of Egypt; we take silence as our motto, because Hermanubis is slow to speak but quick to act.'

The Ten Plagues—You have witnessed all the calamities. "This is the end of all disasters."

No Remnants—After repeated trial and error, sacrifices were finally rewarded. "Silence is the foundation of courage; courage is the armament of silence."

Savior—You saved Egypt. "To see nothing in all eyes, to be saved in hopelessness."

Overall Evaluation: EX.

Commentary: In the dust of history, amidst the ruins of the sand sea, Egypt was preserved through remembrance. Every citizen living on the sand sea and in the oases should be grateful for what the Priest has done.

"Because of your efforts, another lost secret history has been proven and added to the annals."

"—We all pay our respects to you, [The Knower]."

"Rewards are being distributed."

"Base Rewards: Imhotep's Panacea—Even in this era, it can still cure most diseases;

Demon Lord's Authority—In this era, it no longer possesses the authority to command others, but it allows you to maintain noble freedom before any form of royal or divine authority;

Sacred Script—Six thousand years ago, the script engraved on obelisks by temple priests is more effective and powerful than other languages;

Amon-Ra's Contemplation—When you concentrate, subjective time will flow more slowly;

Khnum's Stomach—You can obtain the sustenance needed to prolong life by digesting metal and ore;

Sobek's Training—You can quickly master the combat experience of a weapon's owner by personally destroying a weapon;

Thoth's Eye—Your eyesight has been enhanced;

Bennu's Heart—You are immune to all curses below the Daylight rank;

Hermanubis's Hand—You can touch targets below the Daylight rank with your hands, causing them to feel fatigued;

Shesepenhe's Foot—Your movement speed will be faster under sunlight;

Apep's Skin—Your skin has become tougher;

Nephthys's Dwelling—You can summon a small wooden cabin with a constant internal temperature;

A-Rank Special Reward: [Silent Bookstore]—A branch originating from the fertile land of Egypt, isolated overseas.

Imhotep established a society called the Silent Temple, but it now exists under the name Atlas Institute, deep within the North African desert. For thirty-two centuries, the Duke of Sighs has protected it. The Seven Sages of Atlas Institute also revere their guardian, Nitocris.

In accordance with Imhotep's promise, a branch of Atlas Institute came to Cornwall, Albion, hundreds of years ago, becoming the Silent Bookstore.

It was once a monastery and a military fortress, but now it is a library with no heir.

Now you will fulfill your promise and inherit your property.

EX-Rank Special Reward: [Duke of Sighs's Remembrance]—A promise from the December Archon, the Duke of Sighs.

However, the time to fulfill this promise has not yet come.

The above base rewards are universally applicable across all Lostbelts."

Hebe sat in front of the computer, falling silent.

After a long while, she finally clicked confirm.

Cobalt blue starlight descended from the sky, taking longer than the time during the Rose War.

Fortunately, Hebe was prepared this time, and it did not cause too much of an impact.

She lowered her head, squeezed her arm, threw a few punches into the air beside her, and then walked back and forth quickly by the window.

'My current physical fitness seems, roughly, no less than that of a fully armored Knight of the Round Table?' Hebe was secretly shocked.

The Knights of the Round Table here were not the incompetent successors, but the true originals.

Hebe picked up the cup beside her, brought it to her lips, and then put it back.

It was not that the cup opening was too large to fit her entire mouth.

Besides, she quite liked this cup.

Hebe got up and went to the kitchen, picked up a pair of metal chopsticks, and tentatively took a bite.

The metal chopsticks were completely unharmed.

However, when Hebe had the thought of "eating" the chopsticks, she easily chewed them, broke them with her teeth, and swallowed them.

A faint sense of fullness washed over her, letting Hebe know that she could indeed supplement her nutrition in this way.

But then again, the nutrients that could be obtained from eating metal could also be obtained from normal meals... Besides, metal didn't taste good.

If she had a choice, Hebe would still unhesitatingly choose delicious food to satisfy her cravings.

She sat back down in front of the computer.

"Lostbelt [Golden Truth Dream: Lost Sand Sea Kingdom] has been recorded. This Lostbelt belongs to the First History."

"The Secret History Simulator is undergoing a version update. You will not be able to log in to the simulator during the update. Estimated waiting time: 23 hours and 59 minutes."

Hebe stared at the line of text.

She remembered that the Rose War was categorized under the Fourth History.

In other words, were the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Histories sequential, or were they parallel to each other?

Hebe's conjecture yielded no results due to a lack of further evidence.

She sighed, changed her clothes, and opened the door to leave.

47 It must have been the Special Inspection Department! (Seeking collections and follow-ups)

A cold wind blew across the girl's cheeks.

For a moment, Hebe felt a sense of bewilderment.

When did the Arfi Antique Market have so many beat cops?

She saw them in groups of three to five, holding paper, pens, and recording devices, systematically investigating from the end of the long street.

Knocking on doors, showing identification, questioning, recording, filing... the entire process was smooth and fluid, completing the investigation of a shop in just a few minutes.

"When did the Albion police become this efficient?" a tourist watching the commotion muttered.

Hebe's suspicion was piqued by this remark. She mingled with the crowd and moved closer, overhearing the patrol officers' questions.

"Have you recently dreamt of an antique shop?" The patrol officers roughly described the details while carefully observing the respondent's expression.

"There are antique shops like that all over the Arfi Market," the bald shop owner with tortoiseshell glasses replied earnestly. "Gentlemen, even my second-hand shop is largely arranged like that. To be honest, I'm busy with business every day, and I've lost count of how many times I've had dreams like that."

The bald shop owner shrugged. "Gentlemen, are you planning to take me away for such a ridiculous reason?"

The Special Inspection Department's patrol officers remained noncommittal. They continued their questioning, some questions being rather subtle, while others were direct.

The bald shop owner's tone gradually became stiff.

Just as he dejectedly thought he was about to be taken away, the patrol officers patted his shoulders and moved on to the next shop.

The bald shop owner laughed in relief, but Hebe, standing in the crowd, could not.

What are they trying to do?