Vol 11: Chapter 1-2. (2/2)

He wasn't being cruel to Lori nor felt that she was a burden. After the last Resident Evil movie, he couldn't bear losing anyone important to him again. If it wasn’t for Lori's comfort, he might have fallen into an abyss after the movie and became someone like his clone.

Therefore, he didn't want to and couldn't let Lori take any risks. It also didn't matter how much time he spent in the movie anyway, since it would be only an instant for anyone in God's dimension. So Lori wouldn't feel any loneliness. A man had to take some things on his own, like fate and difficulties.

Zheng was in front of an inn when his senses came back, a very familiar one. This was the inn O'Connell brought them to the last time they were in The Mummy. Unfortunately, he was the only one here this time.

Zheng shook his head to buried these thoughts away. Then he walked toward the museum of Cairo.

Cairo looked like it had been rebuilt. The impact that Imhotep caused had disappeared. Pedestrians were looking normal. Maybe it was due to Imhotep's death that they returned to normal.

He entered the world with his own points this time so there wouldn't be any danger. No change of plot by God, no hunt from other teams. However, he felt that he could not be a part of all the people around him. It wasn't due to his race nor clothing, but rather mentality. He had gotten used to battles and killings that once he came back to this peaceful environment, especially when he was alone, he didn't know how to react.

The importance of comrades wasn't just their combat abilities. The trust and support they had for each other were also a major part. He could only remain calm under any circumstance when his comrades were by his side.

It didn’t take long for Zheng to arrive at the museum. He was too familiar with the city. He studied the terrains vigorously under the unlocked mode when they fought team India, especially when they had to run. Of course, no one was chasing after him now. He also wouldn’t be afraid of anything other than an army. When he came to the museum through the main street, the curator was talking to several merchants.

The merchants had some relic fragments and the curator crouched down to study them. He picked a few in better conditions then took out some pound sterling from his pocket. The merchants happily packed up what was left on the ground and walked away.

The curator raised his head and saw Zheng looking at him with a smile. He was shocked then ran over to Zheng in excitement and grabbed his hand. ”Zheng! You have the Book of the Dead and Book of Amun-Ra right? Haha. I finally found you. Hurry up and let me see the books. They are unique treasures!”

Zheng thought the curator was happy to see him again and opened his arms for a hug. Who would have guessed he was after the debt. Zheng laughed bitterly. The curator also laughed out loud and dragged him into the museum. ”The people of the Pharaoh thank you and your comrades. Eh? Where are your comrades?”

Zheng's expression changed. He said in a serious tone. ”Help me. I want to return to Hamunaptra and dig out the Book of Amun-Ra. I want to obtain the Scorpion King's treasure!”