I Roast Tomb-Raiding Stories and Go Viral

To pay off my debts, I was forced to join a tomb-raiding crew. My teammates were a cold and aloof tomb raider, a scheming feng shui master, and a hot-tempered fighter. And me? I couldn’t do anything but complain. “Big bro, your compass is upside down.” “Second bro, you’re stepping on a thousand-year-old zombie’s foot!” “Third bro, that knot you tied is a bow!” It wasn’t until I accidentally triggered the tomb owner’s deadliest mechanism that they realized… I was the tomb owner’s chosen guardian of the tomb.