After the death of the maiden, her grandmother cast a twisted withering curse on the young emperor. In her eyes, Amumu's actions amounted to murder. Later, her curse was fulfilled, and Amumu was trapped forever in the moment of pain, like a grasshopper wrapped in honey and amber.

The second most commonly heard story is about another prince, but this one is a promising, cruel, murderous prince who ascended the throne as a child and became emperor of the Shurima Empire, believing that he was the darling of the sun and demanding that all his subjects worship him as a god.

Later, Amumu decided to search for the legendary "Eye of Ungo", an ancient relic buried in a gilded tomb that was said to lead to eternal life if you look at it with a determined and fearless heart. Amumu embarked on a multi-year treasure hunt, carrying him through the labyrinthine tombs with many slaves, sacrificing his life to trigger the mechanism to keep the emperor unimpeded. Eventually, Amumu found the golden stone arch, and dozens of stonemasons toiled to open the long-closed stone door.

The young emperor rushed in, determined to meet the "Eye of Ongo", when his slaves seized the opportunity and sealed the stone gate behind him. Some say that the young emperor suffered in the dark for several years, and the loneliness drove him crazy, and he began to scratch his skin, which then had to be bandaged again. His life was indeed blessed by the "Eye of Ongo", immortal in meditation and reflection on his past sins, but this blessing was also a double-edged sword, for he was also cursed to be lonely forever.

Much later, after a series of powerful earthquakes, the foundations of the tomb were shaken and shattered, and the emperor finally escaped, having no idea of his time in isolation, only thinking of making amends for the pain he had inflicted on his life.

There is also a story about Amumu who was the first and last yodel ruler of Shurima and believed in the inherent goodness of human nature. In order to refuge his detractors with real evidence, he vowed to live as a beggar until he made a true friend to convince the inhabitants of the empire that they, the yodelers, would be there for the Shurima in times of need.

Countless people passed by the unkempt yodeler, but none of them were willing to stop and lend a hand. Amumu could only increase his grief and finally die with a broken heart. But his death was not the end, for some swore that the yodeler was still wandering the desert, forever searching for the man who would allow him to regain his faith in humanity.

While these stories have their own merits, they all have something in common. Regardless of the circumstances of the story, Amumu ends up dying in a state of emptiness and desolation, followed by eternal loneliness and loneliness. He is destined to always find a partner, but his appearance means a curse, and his touch means death. On the longest winter nights, every family had to burn the fire to its fullest, while the sobs of the mummy would disappear in the desert, helpless and hopeless, telling of the consolation that he would never be able to experience in friendship.

Whether Amumu was looking for atonement, a loved one, or just a simple act of kindness, one thing was as certain as the morning breeze blowing in the west: he was still searching.

"The gods were angry, and the earth shook. The rift chasm is broken," the aged Karldun began to tell the story, his weather-beaten face reflected by the campfire. "It's such a rift that invites a young man on a treasure hunt. He found an opening, the entrance to an ancient tomb, and only the dog head knew how long the door had been in the dust. The young man needed to raise children and a wife, so he took the plunge because the opportunity was too tempting. ”

Adults and children began to gather together to hear the old man's story. They were all tired, and they had walked a long way that day, and the scorching sun of Shurima had never shown any mercy, but it was rare for Kardun to tell a story. They all wrapped their cloaks around their shoulders and squeezed through the cold night and approached the campfire.

"The air in the tomb was cool, and I could finally avoid the scorching heat outside. The young man lit the torch, and the shadows reflected in the firelight danced in front of him. He was careful at every step, always on the lookout for traps. He's poor, but he's not stupid. ”

"The walls of the tomb are all smooth obsidian, with ancient words and images carved into them. He couldn't read it, he was a rough man, but he began to study the drawings. ”

He saw a little prince, sitting cross-legged on a solar disc with a group of servants holding it up below, with a smile on his face. In front of him were chests full of gold coins and treasures, and strangely dressed foreign envoys were bending down to pay tribute. ”

He continued to look at the other stone carvings, and the smiling prince appeared again, this time walking among his own people, all of whom had their heads pressed only to the ground. The crown above the boy's head shone like the sun. ”

"One of these pictures has a small golden statue in front of it. The value of this golden statue alone is more than the sum of his wealth that he dared to reach in ten lifetimes. The young man picked up the golden statue and slipped it into his cloth pocket. ”

"He didn't want to stay. He knew someone else would arrive soon. And by the time they did arrive, he'd better have already left. Greed can turn the greatest of people into fools, and he knows very well that others will not hesitate to bleed him for that golden statue, not only for the golden statue, but for all the riches beyond. Although this young man had many problems, he was not greedy for money. He didn't feel the need to go any further. Leave the rest of the treasure to the others. ”

He glanced at the last painting before leaving the tomb. In the painting, the little prince is dead and lying quietly on the coffin. Those closest to him were crying...... But people in the distance were cheering. Whether he was loved or a tyrant he had no way of knowing. ”

It was then that he heard a voice: a voice that made him tremble in the darkness. ”

He looked around, his eyes wide open, and held the torch high in front of him. But there was nothing. ”

"'Who's there?' he said. But the answer was silence. ”