Mummy Evolution
Emperor said, the throne I stole with a sword while wearing a questionable shadow-wig is mine to defend, even if I have to die and come back as a camel.
Emperor said, an Axiom ability is a cosmic joke—mine’s less punchy than a sandstorm, but it lets me yeet myself from the underworld like a deranged boomerang.
Emperor said, the desert’s a sweaty armpit of gods and tombs; I’ll either rule it all or end up as a scorpion’s lunch—either way, I’m getting a tan.
My emperor is named Sett Ramses, not just a man, but a walking fever dream with golden eyes, a fetish for beautiful women, and no grace of an emperor.
He even farts.
He was hunting godhood like a kid chases a runaway goat. No one knew if he’d grab it. But I just couldn’t stop following him. What if he grabbed it?
And he even feeds and loves me. So It seems a decent trade.
Fart.
Warning—
Villainous mc, romance and a harem that will actually have fleshed out characters. Add some once in a while smut, too.
No Ntr, no r+pe, no yuri.
What can you expect?
A dynamic cast of characters, an mc who is a force to be reckoned with from the start, strong to stronger, and feisty romance. Nice power systems, mystery, and more are also hidden somewhere there.