My name is Lin Fan, an ordinary guy scraping by while running an antiques shop.
That is, until the night of the first anniversary of my foster father's death. The blank notebook he left behind soaked up my blood, and a line of text appeared:
“Hidden from the world for a thousand years, the secret trove shines anew. The legacy must endure. Await those who will gather it.”
I activated the [Secret Legacy System] and glimpsed a forgotten world:
Deep inside a corpse-puppet cave in western Hunan, a Ming dynasty general's tomb concealed a coffin that could move on its own;
In an underwater labyrinth in Miao territory, the ancient Dian Kingdom's shamanic dance could awaken undying guardians;
Beneath the shifting sands of the Western Regions, the ghost city of Loulan drifted through the earth's veins every night...
And the System's first mission for me was:
“Within 24 hours, find the last heir of the Mechanism Su family. She's being hunted and is fleeing toward your shop.”
From then on, I set out on a one-way road to recruit legendary companions and explore secret treasures hidden for millennia:
A sharp-tongued mechanical genius girl, an old-fashioned heir to a feng shui family, a descendant of Miao shamans, a retired special forces ace, a hacker genius...
Each of us carried a fragment of a broken legacy.
But we gradually discovered that all these secret troves seemed to point to the same mystery:
Why did the Hidden World Society suddenly vanish a century ago?
And why was the bronze talisman my foster father left me the key coveted by every faction?
When the final tomb door opened, we found no treasure behind it, but a choice:
“Destroy every secret trove and end the threat forever;
or inherit the legacy and become the next Hidden World Society?”
We chose a third path.
“From today on, we're not tomb raiders...”
“We're guardians of the secret troves.”
Let me brag