Zhao Ye never imagined that the price of staying up all night to finish a tomb-raiding novel would be transmigrating straight into its pages as a disposable character who wouldn't survive three chapters.
From the start, he was in the blood corpse lair of the Seven-Star Lu Palace. With the deadly claws just 0.1 centimeters from his neck, a flash of icy steel cleaved death apart. He saw the figure who had existed only in the written word: Zhang Qiling.
[Ding! Tomb-Raiding Survival System successfully bound!]
[Newbie Mission: Cling to Zhang Qiling and survive the night.]
Zhao Ye: “...” System, you really understand survival.
As a transmigrator with overwhelming combat prowess but a built-in “amnesia” debuff, Zhao Ye discovered that his golden finger did more than keep him alive. It had a hidden effect: getting close to Zhang Qiling not only made him feel incredibly safe, it also unlocked fragments of Zhang Qiling's lost memories.
And so, from the Lu Palace to the underwater tomb beneath Xisha, from the Qinling Sacred Tree to the Heavenly Palace above the Clouds, Zhao Ye followed Zhang Qiling. With the System panel analyzing traps in one hand and a shovel smashing zombies in the other, he turned his disposable-character script into a “two-powerhouses raiding tombs” adventure.
He had seen Zhang Qiling's icy ruthlessness as he slaughtered swarms of corpse beetles, and the bewilderment in his eyes when he lost his memory and clutched Zhao Ye's clothes. He had shielded Wu Xie from the poisonous mist in the Snake Marsh and joined Fatty in snatching burial treasures from tombs.
When the System announced, “Zhang Qiling's affection: 100%,” Zhao Ye looked at the bronze whistle being offered to him, engraved with the character “Ye,” and suddenly understood: the System's missions had only ever been a way to bring him closer, step by step, to this man who had been lonely for a hundred years.
“Xiao Ge, this time, let me protect you.”
“...All right.”
The storms of the Nine Gates rise anew, and the ultimate mystery begins to emerge.
