Just one laugh was enough to change the entire atmosphere of the council.
The deadly silence shattered into the echo of a loud laugh, tearing through the tension that had gripped the hall since the very beginning.
Every gaze froze in place.
No one dared to interrupt the one who laughed, as if they were all waiting for his next words.
Anticipation, awe, and even longing appeared in the eyes of the mid-tier clans as they stared at the Yeti King.
But the Dragon King… he felt fear creeping in. He was no longer sure of his own power in front of this king who hadn't even moved from his seat.
On the faces of the high clans appeared a rare expression: caution—true seriousness.
No one would believe it if word spread across Seris.
How could two high clans fear one single being from the mid clans?
If anyone heard this, they would think it a joke, a mockery… yet here it was, unfolding before their eyes.
All because of one person.
A person who had remained silent since the start of the council, accused of treason, sentenced to death—
and yet looked upon the world and those who wanted him dead with unshakable arrogance.
When he finally decided to speak and laugh, the hall once again fell into utter silence—
as if they were merely pawns on a chessboard he had been moving all along.
He was the Yeti King.
He smiled coldly. The laughter stopped.
He looked at them as though watching an entertaining show that had nothing to do with him—
as though he were a mere spectator, not the man waiting for his execution.
He was supposed to be nothing more than a character who dies so that a new chaos could begin—
but with his power, he had flipped the table and made himself the one writing the story,
forcing everyone else to become side characters waiting for his words to lead the way.
He spoke slowly, with no rush at all, as if he had all the time in the world:
"Is it really as Lord Thoth said?"
The silence deepened.
Everyone was shocked at his words.
The mid clans exchanged bewildered glances: who was "Lord Thoth"?
Had he known the council's plan from the very beginning?
Doubt began to spread among them until one whispered, voice trembling:
"Does he mean the ancient Egyptian god Thoth who died thousands of years ago?"
The clans quickly denied it:
"Impossible! The Egyptian gods perished in the First Cosmic War.
How could he still be alive? Or maybe he's talking about a descendant of Thoth?
No, impossible! The Egyptian gods left no heir when they died and disappeared."
But the question wouldn't leave their minds:
How could the Yeti King—who was barely two centuries old—know anything about Thoth, who lived thousands of years ago?
The high clans, however, could no longer hide their terror.
Their dignity and grandeur suddenly vanished, replaced by a fear none of them could disguise.
The Giant felt real terror—an unseen force whispering that an invisible hand was pulling the strings behind everything.
He thought of running, but the very thought made him feel something intangible watching him, binding him, forbidding him from fleeing.
It was as if the whole world had stopped.
And he realized that someone else had felt the same, though he didn't know who.
He did not know what else to do but stare back at the Yeti King.
The Vampire, meanwhile, was drowning in his own thoughts:
Could it be that the ancient Egyptian gods had planned all of this thousands of years ago?
Did this mean that no matter what they did, they could never escape their fate—never escape the plan?
Were they doomed to witness the return of humankind's dominance over Seris,
to watch as the Egyptians once again rose to become stronger than all others?
"So from the very start, the Egyptians never gave us a chance to rise higher…"
He remembered his father, the King of Vampires, who had opposed the council's plan,
and how sorrowful he had been when the elders refused to listen, insisting humans must never return.
He remembered his father's last words before his departure:
"No one can escape the Pharaohs' Curse. Everything you are doing is pointless."
The Vampire finally began to understand:
"Is this what you meant, Father? Did the ancient Egyptians know everything from the start?
Is this the Pharaohs' Curse?"
His will to fight was gone. He didn't know what to do.
"Should I run? No… what if running was part of their plan, leading me straight to death?
Should I stay? But what if staying is also part of it?"
The mere thought made him feel the same invisible force watching and restraining him.
The same feeling the Giant had. The same invisible chains.
But the Vampire finally grasped the truth:
This was the Pharaohs' Curse.
It wasn't just a curse upon the clans—
it was upon the world, the entire cosmos.
Everything had been moving according to their design from the very beginning,
and everyone was simply following the path they had drawn.
Everything became clear now: what Soma had felt at the start of the story,
what the Giant and the Vampire were feeling now—
it had all been the Pharaohs' Curse.
And they were only at the beginning.
No one knew where this plan would eventually lead them.
The Yeti King watched them all with icy calm, utterly unmoved by the storm raging in their hearts.
Then he turned to the Dragon King and mocked him:
*"You think you're a sacred race because you are dragons? You look down on everyone else,
but in the end you're nothing more than lizards.
You see yourselves as superior, a chosen species,
treating everyone like enemies who want you dead.
But in the end, you are just hybrids—cast out from the high dragon regions,
unwanted anywhere in the higher lands.
So you descended to the mid-regions, existing only as tools to stop us from uniting.
You slaughtered the original mountain dwellers mercilessly,
stole their lands, and claimed they were yours from the very beginning.
And now you want to kill us all, seize the mid-regions,
and ally with the high clans to rule over everything?
And you dare call me the traitor?
That's hilarious.
You were turned into legends that fooled everyone,
but in the end you're just lizards and pigs."*
The hall went silent. Everyone stopped thinking—only listening to his words.
And for the first time, they felt he was right:
If they had defended the original mountain dwellers from the very beginning,
none of this would have happened, and the sacred grounds of their ancestors would never have been defiled.
Then the Yeti King turned to the high clans, smiling arrogantly:
"I am the Yeti King… the traitor you speak of.
What was it you wanted to say about me?"
He stood tall and added with complete confidence:
"I was born on Earth—specifically in the Himalayas…
but I was forged in Egypt."
At that moment, his entire form changed.
His power became terrifying, and he stood like a mythical beast about to unleash its fury.
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Next Stop: Made in Egypt
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