You Were Supposed to Do Archaeology, but You Dug Up Controlled Nuclear Fusion in a Tomb

You unearthed a perfectly preserved bamboo basket from ten thousand years ago in the West, so it's only reasonable that I unearth controllable nuclear fusion from my imperial mausoleum, right?

Your buildings from three thousand years ago already used reinforced concrete, so there's nothing wrong with me discovering room-temperature superconductivity through an ancient alchemy recipe, right?

The pharaoh's four-thousand-year-old flip-flops look newer than last week's. Then what about the bronze star destroyer in my Shang and Zhou dynasty tomb...

Han Yue, a sophomore who was reluctantly transferred into the archaeology department, accidentally awakens the heaven-defying comprehension System.

At archaeological sites, by studying ancient techniques and craftsmanship, he can comprehend all kinds of futuristic black technology.

So Han Yue excavates one imperial tomb after another, comprehending one advanced technology after another.

The whole world is left stunned and bewildered.

Should we believe that a young man not yet twenty invented controllable nuclear fusion, room-temperature superconducting materials, universal targeted cancer drugs, quantum computers, antimatter engines, space-folding technology... all by himself?

Or should we believe that these technologies were unearthed from tombs thousands of years old?

Should we believe Han Yue is a genius among geniuses, or that civilization began in the East?

Some countries are close to tears. We only faked a few pieces of pottery, bronze, architecture, and ancient texts. How come you buried everything in your tombs?

And so Han Yue became the first archaeology student in the world to win the Nobel Prizes in Physics, Chemistry, Physiology, and Medicine.