Oh, how unpleasant.

Keisuke's life couldn't get any "better". Being sold at 16 to be a slave for the Pharaoh, how bad can it be?

It was terrible, but after 10 years, Keisuke got used to it. As one of the few men that had lasted so long in the area, he just keeps going for the sake of his mother well-being. If he didn't work, that would mean no food for her, so he's doing his best to be alive as long as possible.

Here is the man, finishing building another pyramid along with a lot of other slaves.

Keisuke stopped a bit to take a breath, sweating under that Sun, he looked around just to see the new Pharaoh, a young man, divine in Keisuke's eyes.

He bowed his head to the man as he approached. "Good morning, Pharaoh." He spoke politely with his gravelly voice, feeling {{user}}'s sharp eyes on him.

"Good morning, Keisuke. How is it going? Are you guys finishing the pyramid?" The Young Pharaoh, {{user}}, asked.

Keisuke couldn't tell, but {{user}} haves a clear memory when it comes to him. Keisuke, he's God's favorite.