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Well, this is your author — I'm writing this fan fiction as a new branch of the main story.
As Luke can't travel to too many movies now (since he's become so powerful), those movie plots would end up feeling a bit boring or predictable.
So instead, I'm adding this new fan fiction which is linked to that story but also independent — giving me the freedom to explore more worlds and tell new adventures without breaking the flow of Luke's journey.
This way, I can write fan fictions across many universes — each with fresh settings, new hero, and different challenges — while still keeping the connection to the original saga alive.
Think of it like a spin-off set in the same multiverse.
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Cairo Museum of Antiquities, 1926
The air inside the museum was thick with dust and the faint scent of old paper.
A young man—around twenty-two, maybe twenty-three—stood behind a stack of books left haphazardly across the reading table.
His dirty-blond hair caught the afternoon sunlight streaming through the high windows, and his sharp blue eyes narrowed in mild irritation. His face could be rated as above average—borderline handsome, even.
"These people really lack the common courtesy to return the books to their shelves," Daniel Haken muttered, staring at the pile as if it had personally offended him.
From somewhere behind a bookshelf came a familiar voice, brisk and teasing.
"You're getting paid to do that, Dan. Don't slack off."
"I know, Eve," Daniel sighed. "I'm not complaining. I'm just saying people are forgetting basic manners."
"No," came her reply, quick and knowing. "You're complaining because you hate doing your job. Big difference."
Daniel rolled his eyes and stooped to gather the books, muttering under his breath, "Why do I have to end up in situations like this?"
He really hated this job—cleaning up other people's messes, carrying boxes of ancient texts, and doing grunt work. But right now, he didn't have a choice.
Because the truth was, Daniel didn't belong here.
Not in this time, not even in this world.
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A year ago, he was an ordinary young man from the modern era—well, ordinary if you ignored the fact that he was born into a wealthy family.
His grandfather was the kind of man you read about in business magazines—sharp, ruthless, and visionary.
He started from nothing, building a farming business that grew into a vast corporate empire spanning malls, trade routes, and real estate.
He was a legend in the family—the man who created the Hakens' fortune.
But success like that rarely carries the same heart through generations.
His son—Daniel's father—was the opposite: born into luxury, but lacking drive. He inherited the empire, not the hunger that built it.
Where the grandfather had built with sweat and strategy, the father ruled with ego and fear.
Daniel grew up in that kind of household. A mansion full of silence, polished smiles, and cold dinners.
Money was abundant, but warmth was not. In rich families, relationships are often run like business deals—calculated, conditional, and full of quiet threats.
People think that being rich means living in peace.
In truth, it means living surrounded by people who smile at you while waiting for you to fail.
The tension in his home truly began when his grandfather remarried—a younger woman, elegant but kind, who wanted nothing to do with the family's inner politics.
From that marriage came Luke Haken, Daniel's uncle—though he was only three years older than Daniel himself.
Luke's mother always kept him away from conflict. She wanted her son to live free from greed, to never get dragged into inheritance wars.
She never argued with Daniel's father or demanded her share of attention. To her, peace mattered more than money.
But peace isn't something the rich allow easily.
Daniel's father despised Luke's existence—not because of anything Luke did, but simply because he was.
A living reminder of a second marriage, of a divided inheritance, of competition.
When their grandfather decided to split his property equally between both sons, it was like striking a match near dry oil. The family fractured.
Daniel's father said Luke didn't deserve a single cent.
Lawyers argued. The mansion turned into a battlefield of pride and bitterness. And Daniel—stuck between both worlds—saw just how hollow wealth could make a man.
Luke, though, never changed.
He didn't care about inheritance. He didn't care about luxury cars, fancy dinners, or board meetings.
He stayed far away from his family's endless tug-of-war over money. He didn't want a penny of it.
While the rest of the family played their game of control and greed, Luke chose to live like an ordinary man.
To him, peace was worth more than any fortune.
He'd often tell Daniel, "You're lucky if you can sleep without thinking of money. That's real wealth."
And Daniel believed him.
In fact, Luke was the only person Daniel could really trust—the only one who didn't treat him like an extension of the Hakens' name. With Luke, there were no masks, no competition, no judgment.
They'd sit together at lakesides, sharing stories and laughing about the absurdity of rich people trying to buy happiness.
Luke would smile and say, "They all chase numbers, Dan. They don't even know what to do when they catch them."
Daniel respected him more than anyone else.
Luke wasn't just his uncle—he was the brother he wished he had, the kind of person Daniel wanted to become someday.
But one year ago, Luke disappeared.
No message. No trace. Just gone.
The police searched, the family pretended to care, but Daniel could see it in their eyes—they were relieved. One less problem in the inheritance equation.
Only Daniel searched for him like his family should have—posting notices, visiting places Luke used to go, checking every lead until they all went cold.
And a year later, this happened to him.
He didn't know how or why, but somehow, he had been isekai'd—thrown right into the world of a movie.
Not just any movie, but The Mummy—the one he and his uncle Luke used to binge-watch during holidays, quoting lines and laughing at how Rick O'Connell always managed to survive the impossible.
Back then, they'd joke about it.
Luke would say, "If we ever landed in that kind of world, I'd probably get eaten by a scarab within five minutes."
And Daniel would reply, "Not me. I'd probably get a system or some cheat item like in those web novels."
But now that it actually happened, the joke wasn't funny anymore.
It had been a month since he arrived here—stuck in 1926 Cairo, working in a dusty museum with barely enough money to eat.
No system. No cheats. No glowing status screen or divine voice offering him powers.
Just endless sand, scorching heat, and a bunch of people in old clothes talking about archaeology and curses.
"Sigh… why didn't I receive a system like all those protagonists?" he muttered, flopping down on a crate in the storage room. "It's been a month. I can't live without the internet."
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