Chapter 990

Simulation, start.

14th Century BC, Egypt.

On a hillside, three figures were looking at each other; these three figures were two men and one woman. The girl's name was Nefertari, and the two men—one of them, a man with a slender and elegant figure, was named Moxi, and the sunny, cheerful boy next to him was named Ozymandias, the sixth son of King Seti I.

"Alright Moxi, don't think so much, isn't it pretty good to stay here." Ozymandias patted Moxi on the shoulder. "The old man is already failing, I will soon inherit his position. Don't worry, the day I become Emperor, I will appoint you as my successor!"

"Get lost!" Moxi glared at his good brother. "Mery, stop joking, I'm really not in the mood to joke with you right now."

When he said this, his eyes were full of helplessness as he looked at the man in front of him.

Ozymandias, known as Meryamun, meaning the man favored by the god Amun. He truly lived up to this name; his life was simply perfect—the most outstanding among the princes, no one could escape from his twin blades, and just after reaching adulthood, he accompanied Ramesses I to tour Egypt, suppressing various regions with no equal. Ramesses I was recently critically ill; he was the only designated successor, and also the future King of Egypt—perfect in his career.

In terms of romance, he had long seen that his other childhood sweetheart, Nefertari, had long been deeply in love with him; there was only a thin layer of paper between the two of them. He was truly young and promising without being arrogant, much better than himself.

Moxi, originally a Canaanite of Israel, left his home in his youth and fortunately found his mother, so he stayed in Egypt. However, Israel was defeated by Egypt, and the current Israelites are practically slaves to the Egyptians.

Come to think of it, being a half-slave and being able to become sworn brothers with the future King, this fate is truly magical.

However, at this moment, a sound suddenly rang in their ears.