Mountain and Sea Realm, Yungong City.
A gigantic golden beetle lay atop the clouds, basking in the warmth of the sunlight.
Since Yun City is a city floating within the clouds, and the golden beetle is currently positioned at the peak of Yungong City.
Therefore, the warm sunlight felt by the golden beetle is akin to a deadly scorching sun for other creatures.
Even Batis, the genie of the divine lamp, could not endure such scorching sun for long.
At this mont, she was lazily hiding under the beetle’s shell, enjoying the lingering cool of the shadows.
Of course, this also relates to Batis’s birth from the Nether Lamp, naturally rejecting sunlight.
However, the master she chose is a golden beetle that loves sunlight by nature, which can be called fate.
"How long are you going to stay here?"
Looking up at the golden shell above, Batis’s voice was filled with regret.
"Hmm, it’s rare to have so free ti recently, shouldn’t I take a good rest?"
The golden beetle... or rather, Aten, replied with a hint of teasing laughter.
"If you really dislike the sunbathing, go and accompany my parents!"
Hearing this, Batis grew even more exasperated.
"You think I don’t want to? Your parents are off on their own adventure and won’t let tag along."
"Besides, where are they even going?"
"Primitive forests? Deep mountain ravines? Or so undeveloped nooks and crannies?"
"What era is this? What kind of society is this? How can they dislike cities?"
This complaint from Batis is actually the common perception most Mountain and Sea People have about the beetle couple.
Thanks to Aten’s outstanding contributions over the years,
most of the Mountain and Sea People are aware of the great achievents and life stories of this "Father of the Sun Gear."
According to so rumors, a considerable number of research institutes focused on genetic life and bioengineering plan to borrow so genetic cells from the beetle couple for research.
Unfortunately, these institutes often end up abandoning this promising plan due to their inability to track the exact whereabouts of the beetle couple.
"They don’t hate cities; they just prefer the forest environnt."
Gently correcting Batis’s statent, Aten continued calmly.
"Just like how I enjoy sunbathing and you prefer staying in the shadows, it’s simply a matter of choice."
Aten paused briefly, then suddenly shifted the topic.
"By the way, you’ve found your true na for quite a while now, aren’t you going to tell what it is?"
Given Aten’s status and position in Mountain and Sea Civilization, he had long known the truth about the genie of the divine lamp.
Therefore, a long ti ago, Aten wished for Batis to recall all her mories before becoming a genie.
Aten originally thought that by doing so, Batis would stop pestering him and instead live the life she wanted, free from the divine lamp’s bondage.
What he hadn’t expected was that the restored-mory Batis remained unchanged.
She still hid in the Nether Lamp...
Still wouldn’t leave him alone...
Even still insisted on making him fulfill a third wish...
"Oh, co on! My na is Batis, that’s just my na!"
She first shook the six pairs of cicada wings on her back.
Then Batis angrily smacked the golden shell above her head.
Batis, who is naturally cheerful and optimistic, was quite content with her current life and had no desire to rember her past as an ancient Egyptian god.
To be honest, if Aten hadn’t made that cursed wish without her noticing, Batis wouldn’t have all these extra troubles now.
At least, that’s what Batis believed.
She would rather not recall her mories as an ancient Egyptian god and instead live in this vibrant and lively new world with a new identity and personality.
"I’m sorry, that was my oversight."
"When I made that wish, I didn’t consider your personal feelings. I naively thought all genies would want their mories back."
Recognizing mistakes and correcting them has always been Aten’s greatest strength, so he didn’t hesitate to apologize.
And this was indeed the case.
Aten never imagined that there would be a genie who didn’t wish to restore their past mories.
"Don’t apologize too often for things like this, or your apologies will start to seem cheap."
Once again patting Aten’s golden shell, Batis sighed helplessly.
Everything about her master was good, except his personality, which was excessively gentle.
Hmm, calling it gentleness might not be entirely accurate; it was more about indifference and detachnt.
Aside from science, Aten had no interest in normal social interactions or human relations.
Therefore, Aten’s apologies were less about seeking forgiveness and more about avoiding trouble.
"If I apologize, will you forgive ?"
This was the underlying logic of Aten’s apologies.
If it were anyone else, such an insincere apology would easily make them unpopular.
However, with Aten, there wasn’t the slightest hint of half-heartedness.
Because Aten genuinely acknowledged his mistake; he just didn’t know how to rectify it.
"Why don’t I use my third wish now to help you forget the past?"
Upon hearing this, Batis’s resignation instantly turned into anger.
"You, you really like wasting precious wishes on trivial matters, don’t you?"
"Wishing to rule the world would be a thousand tis better than such a pointless wish!"
If she didn’t know Aten well, Batis might have suspected he was deliberately trying to annoy her.
BOOM!
Just as Batis was about to further discuss with Aten, a booming sound suddenly ca from above them.
In an instant, a dark glimr streaked across the clear sky above the clouds.
As if the space-ti was torn apart, a great bird erged from the space-ti rift between existence and non-existence.
Whoosh!
It was a bird with a red head and a black beak.
Its body structure was more akin to a predatory pterosaur than a bird.
As it erged from the space-ti rift, its once ethereal form rapidly solidified, emanating an aura of icy coldness.
"I’ve finally found you, Bastet!"
The bird fixed its gaze on the golden beetle below, uttering words only the Gods could understand.
"Bastet?"
Without revealing any emotion, Aten raised his head, and the two antennae atop his head twitched slightly.
"It’s co for ."
Slowly erging from Aten’s golden shell, Batis’s expression suddenly turned serene.
No, perhaps "serene" isn’t the right word.
At this mont, Batis appeared as if a different persona had taken over, her deanor intensely somber and aloof.
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