Carnal Immortal-Chapter 435: Back To Past

Amon let Rea rest for the rest of the night as he felt fulfilled with what he did with her.

Now she can sleep peacefully while her body continues to relish in the pleasure that’s left behind.

Amon, on the other hand, decides to spend his night video gaming and surfing the internet.

And with so many things to look at and be entertained by, Amon doesn’t get bored.

Hours fly by in an instant, and it’s already past early morning; the sun is already high up in the sky, but Amon’s house is peacefully quiet as Rea’s still sleeping with a smile on her face, while Amon is watching a movie about an ancient queen who ruled with an iron fist.

Amon got curious because he personally knew the queen the movie was talking about.

Back when he was a mortal, before he got trapped in his prison, he was a sellsword.

He did a lot of capturing criminals for money, and then spent that money on the women he was pursuing.

His activities sometimes earned him a chance to come face-to-face with this queen and be rewarded by her.

Amon always held a desire for her; she was, after all, the most beautiful woman he ever seen at that time.

Even in this day and age, her beauty would stand out, but since she was a queen, a simple sellsword like him could never get into her bed.

The only interaction they ever had was her praising him for his bravery after he captured a notorious bandit and brought him to her. He was on his knees while she was sitting high up on her throne.

If there was one regret Amon had was never getting the chance to fuck the living hell out of that queen. Her status was too high. After all, she is the queen.

Amon smiled, remembering the last time he laid his eyes on her, it was about a month before his entrapment.

He had looked up at her, meeting her gaze with his. His lust was very evident in his eyes, something the queen definitely noticed but didn’t care for. After all, Amon was not the first man to look at her with those eyes, and won’t be the last man to do so either.

Before he became a god, Amon wasn’t as handsome as he is now, so that he could capture the queen’s eyes. Sure, he was big, but then again, most of the Queen’s personal guards were big and powerful men.

Amon had nothing that would make the Queen want to fuck him.

’Maybe I should go back and claim what’s mine,’ Amon thinks with a mischievous smile on his face as he continues to watch the movie.

The first half of the movie was not that interesting, as the story told was something Amon already knew; he heard it happen in real life.

Some of it was not accurate, but Amon didn’t mind it. After all, it’s been thousands of years since her death. There is no way people thousands of years later would be able to tell her story accurately, even with all the scriptures and writings passed down.

But things started to get interesting for him as the second half of the movie started, because Amon had no idea what happened to her after his disappearance.

It looks like her queendom entered a war right after his disappearance, a war that lasted for years, in which she finally lost and was captured by the rival king and forced to marry him.

But being the cunning and vicious woman she was, she killed him using poison on their wedding night, and took temporary control over the throne. She then used her cunning to isolate the king’s trusted ministers before getting rid of them, solidifying her claim over an even larger queendom.

Many suspected her to be the killer of the king; no, they didn’t just suspect, they believed it was her, but none cared because she was a much better ruler.

Under her leadership, the empire grew more powerful, more influential, richer.

Amon smiled as the movie came to an end. He always knew she had something special, and now, seeing that she managed to make the best out of her bad situation and then come up on top, made Amon admire her.

A woman like her is worthy of being his property. It would be a waste to let such a woman disappear in the annals of time.

For the great empress she was, she was quite unlucky when it came to passing down her blood.

She couldn’t bear any children for her to pass down the empire to, so the moment she died, her queendom erupted into chaos as many ministers tried to claim her now empty throne.

This, of course, immedaitely let to her entire empire collapsing into fragments under multiple leaders, who continued to be at war until their time was up as well

Amon looks at this queen’s history and feels pity for her. Her legacy could have been so much greater.

So, he decides to integrate her legacy with his. After all, she is someone he desires. It’s better to keep her around.

Amon is about to change history, all because he felt like fucking the queen.

He turns to look in the direction of his bedroom, and he peers through his walls and sees Rea continue to sleep peacefully on his bed.

He smiles and snaps his fingers, suddenly disappearing from reality.

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Amon stands before a familiar-looking house. Well, it would be an overstatement to call this a house compared to what Amon is used to living in now. It’s more of a hut.

Its walls are made of rough stones, held together by clay and grass straws. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

This is his house, where he used to live before he got trapped in his prison.

Now he is back.

He is back in the past, just two months after his entrapment. The current him is probably throwing a tantrum inside his prison, trying to find a way to get out.

He stands before his house, wearing clothes that are commonly worn by the people of this land in this time period.

His upper body is barely covered with only a few straps going around his shoulders, while he is wearing a cloth wrapped around his waist and tied in a way that makes it look like loose pants, and he has a hooked sword strapped to his back.

It was his weapon of choice back then as he used to ride on horseback.

Amon smiles, feeling nostalgic as he steps into his old house. The inside of his house is empty. Looks like someone ransacked it when he didn’t return for two months.

Amon didn’t care if he got robbed, not as if all that wealth matters now.

He looks around, replaying the memories he had of this place.

Talking with his neighbors and friends, bringing his lovers here to fool around with them while their husbands were away on a hunt.

He had so much fun even though he was just a mortal back then, and now that he is a living god, the fun has only increased.

"Brother Amon, is that you?" Amon heard a familiar voice call to him from outside his house.

Amon’s eyes sparked as he remembered this voice.

He steps out of the house again and sees a boy, about twelve years old. An orphan kid.

His mother died while giving birth to him, while his father was killed after he was caught stealing from his master.

Since then, the boy lived in the streets, working odd jobs to keep his belly full.

Amon had a soft spot for this boy back then because the boy’s life was similar to his.

He, too, was an orphan; his mother died while giving birth, while his father was killed for stealing, so sometimes Amon took care of this boy, giving him some food if he had some to spare.

"Akhom," Amon calls the boy’s name.

Seeing Amon, the boy’s face lights up with a smile as he runs up to him.

"You are alive!" The boy shouts.

"Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be alive?" Amon asks, laughing.

"It’s just that... You didn’t come back for almost two months... And Uncle Djer found your horse near one of the pyramids. We all thought you were dead," Akhom says.

"My horse ran away, that’s it. I was just going around selling my sword to the highest bidder," Amon says, rubbing the boy’s shaved head.

"Hehehe," The boy laughed, but then looked inside Amon’s house.

"Your house... it’ssss..." Akhom didn’t know what to say seeing Amon’s empty house.

"Go on, tell me, who ransacked my house?" Amon asked

"It’s... Master Hakor... He learned about your affair with his wife. He got really mad and sent these guards to capture you, but you were not here, so his men took away everything that was inside," Akhom reveals.

Amon smiles, hearing this.

Hakor and his wife. Amon remembers them very well.

Being a well-known sellsword, he was employed by Hakor many times, and that allowed Amon to meet his wife multiple times.

It wasn’t hard for Amon to work his charm on Hakor’s wife and make her his lover.

She was a very good-looking woman. It was given since rich land lords like Hakor always had beautiful wives.

Now that Amon is back, he wants to get a taste of her again.

He licks his lips excitedly.

"Brother Amon, you aren’t thinking of doing anything reckless now, are you?" Akhom asks nervously, seeing the look on Amon’s face.

Amon just chuckles and rubs the boy’s head.

"Don’t worry, I will be fine,"