I Was a Pharaoh in the Collapsing Bronze Age

When the Bronze Age collapsed, no one was immune. I, Nitocris, the last female pharaoh of Egypt, am being hunted by the divine punishment brand carved on my left shoulder. This mark eats at me. Now, behind him is the cavalry of the traitorous general Carmen, and in front of him is the trap laid by the evil god "The Deceiver". They say that the power of Ra sleeps within my body, but the ancient inscriptions show me the prophecies of the "Ten Plagues" and my future weathering in darkness. When the stars are extinguished, the Ancient One will take on human form. The shadow disease is spreading, Leviathan is patrolling in the red mist, and the scarab on my shoulder is changing from a guardian mark to an entrance to the abyss. This time, I won't run away. My footprints will be all over the world: playing games among the ruins of Babylon, confronting each other in the Hittite royal court, and galloping on the raging waves of the Aegean Sea. The ten plagues are the prelude to the awakening of the evil god, and will also become the fuel for our restoration. Shadow disease, blood rivers, locust swarms, darkness... They are the "food" that I must devour, and they are also the "currency" that I use to exchange for covenants and swords. In the name of Pharaoh, I will use this cursed body to swallow up all the disasters directed at the world. Then, with the strength of all the countries, he returned to the Nile River.