As the last rays of sunset swept over the crumbling walls of the ancient tomb, Zhang Chen's livestream camera pointed at a stone door that had remained unopened for a thousand years. He stood at the entrance, his black outfit snapping in the wind, the Gold-Touching Talisman on his chest glowing faintly in the evening light.
Behind him stood Wang Pangzi, clutching a selfie stick. He looked terrified but refused to back down. “Guys, we're not raiding a tomb today. We're here to give a public-interest talk about cultural relics!” He couldn't help laughing at his own words, and the comments exploded instantly.
But no one knew this was more than a livestream. It was a deadly race against time. The depths of the ancient tomb were packed with traps and lurking monsters, along with forbidden chambers even the archaeological team wouldn't dare approach. Zhang Chen complained as he broke through one formation after another, saying, “I'm no superhero,” while his hands stayed steadier than anyone else's.
His livestream grew more popular, and his audience kept expanding. But whenever he turned off the camera, he would quietly stare at the compass his grandfather had left behind, lost in thought. The man who had taken him through countless perilous tombs was gone, leaving only a string of last words hidden in the wind.
Professor Qin and the archaeological team followed close behind, trying to stop this “absurd farce.” But when a cave-in nearly killed him, Zhang Chen saved his life. Their rivalry gradually shifted from open hostility to a subtle rapport.
And through one dangerous livestream after another, Zhang Chen went from being a streamer who only wanted to earn tips to becoming a true Gold-Touching Captain.
