Carnal Immortal-Chapter 436: The Blood Of Gods

Amon feels nostalgic as he walks on the same street he walked on when he was just a mortal, and now that he is no longer one, everything feels so weird.

Things that he had never noticed before, he has now become very aware of, like life itself. It’s so vibrant and ever-present all around him.

In the air, under the ground, even the air feels richer.

These were the things he never bothered noticing before.

Amon walks on the path that’s made naturally through people walking on it over and over again, killing any vegetation that could have flourished if not for the constant exposure to feet.

This is the situation for most of the roads during this time period.

Amon takes this path to enter the main city. His house, or should we call it a hut, was on the edge of the city where things were cheap. He remembered buying his small house for 2 copper pieces.

Amon chuckled, thinking about it. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Soon, he arrived before one of the inner gates of the city, which was guarded by guards holding long spears, while all of them either had a Khopesh or a short sword tied to their waist and an armor made of animal hide and wood on their backs.

Seeing Amon approach, the guards all became vigilant because he’s a giant of a man, dwarfing all of them. Rarely do they ever see men of Amon’s size, unless they are the royal guard of the queen’s guard.

Their girls around their spear tightened, ready to engage in a fight with Amon if he turned out to be dangerous, but as he got close, one of the guards recognized him and told others to calm down.

The guard who recognized Amon approached him.

"Amon, I thought you were dead. Where have you been all this time?" He asks.

"Do you think I would die so easily? I was just out there earning some copper," Amon says.

"Glad to see that you are alive, especially at times like this," He says, looking up at Amon.

"How bad is it?" Amon asks, as he knows what the guard is talking about.

"War is inevitable. King Zumman has gone mad. He says he wants to conquer all neighboring kingdoms and become Emperor," The guard says.

"A foolish dream," Amon says.

"It is, and his foolish dream is going to make many children orphans and wives widows. Men like you are of the most importance to the Queendom right now. If you fight for the Queen, I am sure she will reward you generously, maybe even make you one of her personal guards," The guard says.

Amon chuckles.

"You know, I could have become a guard long ago if I wanted to. I am a free soul. As for fighting for the Queen, there is no honor better. And the Queen has always been generous with her rewards," Amon says.

"Glad to hear that, my friend," the guard says, patting Amon’s arm.

As he smiles and looks at Amon, he finally notices something he didn’t before. Amon looks a little different.

"Did something happen to you? You look more... handsome," the guard says.

"Hahaha, I have not changed. I have always been this handsome. You probably think so because you are seeing me after so many days," Amon says.

"That’s... probably it. Well, what business do you have in the city?" The guard asks.

"Nothing of significance, I just have a special meeting with someone," Amon says, grinning.

The guard sees that signature grin on Amon and could only think of one thing. He has known Amon for years now, and he is aware of the reputation Amon holds, and that grin could only mean one thing.

"Who’s the lucky lady?" The guard asks, grinning back.

"Whoever’s the first to catch my eye," Amon says, chuckling.

The guard laughs in return.

"Well, I won’t hold you any longer. You can go in," The guard says and steps aside. Seeing this, the other guards also make way for Amon.

Amon smiles, waves goodbye, and enters the inner city.

The inner city is much busier than the outside. People are walking around, and animals are dragging carts full of items that are meant for trade.

As Amon walks through the crowd, he gets all the attention, not only because he is bigger than almost all of them, but also because his looks are unmatched, especially during these times.

Suddenly, a few children run up to him, blocking his path.

"Hey, mister, we have a question?" A little girl wearing a simple dress steps forward with eyes full of curiosity.

Amon smiles and takes a knee before the girl. "What is it, little girl?" Amon asks.

"Do you have the blood of gods in you?" She asks.

Amon chuckles. "Why do you think so?" Amon asks.

"Because you are so big and so handsome," she says excitedly.

"What if I do have the blood of gods in me? What then?" Amon asks, amused.

"Really! Do you really have the blood of gods?!!!" The girl asks excitedly, raising her voice. The people walking by hear her, but they do not care for the girl’s excitement or her question.

They just think Amon is messing with the children; some just smile and move on with their day.

"He is lying! He doesn’t have any blood of god in him! Why would the gods meddle with humans!" A little boy who was standing behind the girl speaks up.

Amon looks at the boy and smiles. He can see the boy is clearly frustrated, seeing the little girl being infatuated by Amon’s good looks.

’Someone’s jealous,’ Amon thinks and chuckles.

Meeting Amon’s gaze, the little boy gets a little nervous, taking a step back.

"What if I prove it to you?" Amon speaks softly, but loud enough for the band of little children to hear.

"Really? Can you prove it?" the girl asks excitedly.

"I can, but you all have to promise not to tell anyone," Amon says.

"We promise!!" The girl says.

"Not just you, little child, all your friends have to promise," Amon says, smiling.

"He is just making excuses; he can’t prove it," the little boy speaks again.

"Just shut up and promise not to tell anyone, or else I won’t play with you anymore," the girl says, looking at the boy while puffing her cheeks in disappointment.

The boy panics seeing this.

"Okay, fine. I promise not to tell anyone," the boy says.

The other children also join in on the promise.

"Good, now, all of you gather around," Amon says, herding the children closer.

They all watch Amon with curious anticipation in their eyes, wondering how Amon’s going to prove that he has the blood of gods in him.

Amon smiles cheekily at the kids and brings his palms closer to the children. Seeing Amon holding his palms together, all of them bend down even more, blocking the view from the rest of the people walking around.

Amon then opens his hands, and in his hands is a small butterfly made of light. Floating between his palm with each flap of its wings.

Seeing this, the children’s eyes widen with surprise. They watch as the butterfly made of light flies out of Amon’s palm and then disperses in the air like fragments of dust.

The children gasp and take a step back.

They then look at Amon with fervent gazes, finally believing that he has the blood of gods in him.

One of the children was about to shout, but Amon quickly put his finger on his lips and shushed the child.

"You all promised," Amon says, smiling.

The children frantically nod their heads.

"Good, I will take my leave then, you children go play and have fun," Amon says and shoos them off.

Amon then stands up and continues his way towards his destination. Hakor’s Villa.

Even though Amon really doesn’t care about his wealth being ransacked, even though it was a very small amount, Amon has to get his payback.

After all, how dare a mortal steal from a god?

But on his way to Hakor’s villa, Amon gets distracted again as he enters the city market.

A large area used by people to buy, sell, and trade their goods, whether it is food, clothes, or household items, there is everything for people to buy and sell.

Amon looks around, feeling nostalgic.

Before his entrapment, he always used to come here, browsing the items, thinking about buying all the fancy things with the money he would possibly earn from his missions.

Following the steps of his past self, Amon arrives in front of a blacksmith shop.

His eyes fall on the middle-aged man who is currently sitting before a furnace heating metal.

This man is a well-renowned blacksmith in the city, known for making weapons for the previous King, then the Queen; his weapons are also used by the Queen’s guard.

Many people want to buy his weapons.

Amon was one of them.

He looks at some of the weapons on display and smiles. He remembered how he used to marvel at them, but now they are all just a bunch of scrap metal in his eyes.

His powers far exceed human comprehension; compared to that, these weapons are nothing.

But it’s still nice to look at them.

Noticing someone standing before his shop, the blacksmith turns to look at Amon.

He pauses for a second before recognizing Amon’s face.

"It’s you again. Planning to buy anything, or are you just going to stare?" He asks in his usual rough, unwelcoming tone.

Being the best blacksmith in the city, the man has pride as big as a mountain.

Amon just chuckles in response.