Chapter 194: Amumu's Story
This is just one of the legends about Amumu. In the ancient land of Shurima, people always have different stories about everything.

The second most commonly heard story is about another prince.

However, this was a prince who indulged in mischief, cruelty and killing for fun. In this story, Amumu ascended the throne as the emperor of the Shurima Empire when he was a child. He firmly believed that he was the favorite of the sun and required all his subjects to worship him as a god.

Later, Amumu decided to look for the legendary "Eye of Ungo", an ancient holy object buried in a gilded tomb. It is said that as long as you look at it with a firm and fearless heart, you can gain eternal life. Amumu began a treasure hunt that lasted for many years. He brought many slaves with him, carrying him through the maze-like tomb, risking their lives to trigger the mechanism so that the emperor could pass unimpeded. Finally, Amumu found the golden stone archway, and then dozens of stonemasons worked hard to open the long-closed stone door.

The young emperor rushed in, determined to meet the Eye of Ungol's gaze, when his slaves seized the opportunity and sealed the stone door behind him. Some say the young emperor languished in darkness for years, driven mad by loneliness and beginning to scratch his skin, which had to be bandaged.

His life was indeed blessed by the "Eye of Ango", and he remained immortal in his meditation and reflection on his past sins, but this blessing was also a double-edged sword, because he was also cursed to be lonely forever.

Much later, after a series of strong earthquakes, the foundations of the tomb were shaken and shattered, and the emperor finally escaped. He had no idea of ​​the time he had been isolated from the world, and he only wanted to make up for the pain and torture he had caused to life.

There is also a story about Amumu, the first and last yordel ruler of Shurima, who believed in the goodness of human nature. In order to refute his detractors with real evidence, he vowed to live as a beggar until he made a true friend and convinced the people of the empire that they, the yordel, would also help the Shurimans in their time of need.

Although countless people passed by this dishevelled yordle, no one was willing to stop and offer a helping hand. Amumu could only increase his sorrow and finally die of a broken heart. But his death was not the end, because some swear that they saw the yordle still wandering in the desert, forever searching for someone who could restore his faith in humanity.

While each of these stories is unique, they all have something in common: Regardless of the circumstances, Amumu dies in a state of emptiness and desolation, followed by an eternity of loneliness and solitude.

He is doomed to forever search for a companion, but his presence is a curse, his touch death.

On those longest winter nights, every household must burn the brightest fire, and at the same time, the sobbing of the dead mummy will appear and disappear in the desert, desperate and helpless, telling of his inability to know the comfort of friendship forever.

Whatever it is that Amumu is searching for—atonement, family, or even a simple act of kindness—one thing is as certain as the morning breeze: he is still searching.

……

"I thought you would never choose me..."

"I wrap myself tightly with bandages, just for this broken heart."

"I woke up but I didn't remember anything. I was so scared that I wrapped myself up and cried alone in the dark."

Just from Amumu's lines, you can hear his loneliness and sadness.

In all the stories, Amumu cannot be called scary, but he carries an indelible curse on him. Anyone who gets close to him will be infected by the curse, which is why he is lonely.

The audience watching the lonely little boy wrapped in bandages felt sympathy for the character, who longed for friendship but could never get it.

No one can tell the exact origin of Amumu. Even the story of the Ascended Ones has been forgotten by people and has become the Darkin.

The Shurimans only knew that the Sad Mummy was still wandering the desert, looking for what he was looking for.

The story of Amumu is also passed on by word of mouth among the Shurimans. Some people believe in his existence, while others think it is just a story made up to scare children.

However, the Shurimans all have a hypothesis in their minds: if they really meet Amumu in the desert, what will they do?

Will you get closer to this lonely mummy, or stay away from his curse?

……

When the big screen lit up again, the sound of "whooshing" wind was heard. In the desert of Shurima, the temperature difference between day and night was extremely large. A caravan appeared on the screen. They were travelers who were on the road and now had to rest at night.

The old man's voice rang out along with the sound of the wind, and a large group of people gathered around the campfire.

"The gods were furious, the earth shook, the chasms and rifts broke the wilderness,"

The old man Cardun began to tell a story, his weather-beaten face reflected by the campfire.

"It was this rift that attracted a young man to adventure in search of treasure. He found an opening, the entrance to an ancient tomb, and only the dog-headed people knew how long this door had been sealed. The young man had children to raise and a wife to please, so he took the risk because the opportunity was too tempting."

Children and adults began to gather to hear the old man's story. They were all tired—they had walked a long way that day, and the Shuriman sun was unforgiving—but it was rare for Kaldon to tell a story. They all wrapped their cloaks tighter around their shoulders, pushed aside the cold night, and moved closer to the campfire.

"The air in the tomb was cool, finally avoiding the scorching heat outside. The young man lit a torch, and the shadows cast by the flames danced in front of him. He took every step carefully, always on guard against traps. He was poor, but he was not stupid."

"The walls of the tomb were all smooth obsidian, engraved with ancient words and images. He couldn't read them - he was a rough man - but he began to study the pictures."

"He saw a little prince sitting cross-legged on the sun disk, supported by a group of servants, with a smile on his face. In front of him were treasure chests filled with gold coins and treasures, and foreign envoys dressed in strange clothes were bowing and presenting tributes."

"He looked at other carvings, and the smiling prince appeared again, this time walking among his people, all of whom had their heads pressed to the ground. The crown on the boy's head shone like the sun."

(End of this chapter)