Chapter 530: Kneading
Daughter kneaded his shoulders. Poured the cold, dreadful Kundalini in him, which merged wonderfully into Dasha Pang. His gi and cloak were off. Direct palm to nape contact.
As he mentioned, her powers were very compatible with his.
Dasha decided to pose a question: "I killed a god, yet I did not receive a God Killer Class."
Daughter hummed. "God Killer? Of course there isn’t. Seven War Classes and nearly a hundred other smaller classes, yet none of them pertain to divinity. None of them allow rebellion against divinity. It makes sense, no? The System can only make you so strong."
"So the Kingslayer was not granted such a class."
"No, not even him."
’Only makes you so strong,’ he repeated in his head, ’you speak like you once possessed the System yourself, not as an outsider.’
The tinge of familiarity: it indicated one conclusion. Once upon a time, Daughter was a player.
"You’re Egyptian," Dasha stated. "This castle must feel right at home."
Daughter laughed. "Too obvious? Yes, admittedly, yes. It does feel like home. The architecture and the smell...hah. It feels great."
’A woman who has lived as long as her probably doesn’t understand the significance of her own words. Mehen is a god of Old Egypt, when humans were young and Egypt had been sparsely unified. By the era of Cleopatra and Caesar two thousand years after, Egyptianologists had begun to walk the deserts. Ancient Egypt is so old that Ancient Egypt studied even older Ancient Egypt.’
2000 BCE or further back, Daughter must have emerged from then for her to be so taken with Mehen’s castle. He didn’t need her verbal confirmation, the moment he saw her hum and smile, he understood she was close to this era. Her reply was icing on the cake.