Chen Mo was chosen.
Not because he is the strongest, but because he can carry it best.
When the flood hit, he saved sixty-two people with a broken leg. When the blood mist comes, he is the only one who can see the light spots in the mist. When the National Games Competition started, his name was ranked first on the list of the Dragon Kingdom's chosen ones.
But he had no armor, no weapons, not even a complete suit. When he was teleported into the dungeon, he was only wearing a pair of underpants.
The teammates are a ragtag group of people: trembling high school students, office workers who blame each other, a pregnant woman, and a hungover self.
The opponents are the elite of the British Empire: former Royal Marines, mountaineers who climbed K2, and a team of terrifyingly calm lawyers.
S-level dungeon, at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, there is a haunted ancient house, a huge coffin, and a death prophecy called "The evil sun returns at the time of the child, and hundreds of ghosts travel at night."
Seven days.
Twenty-two lives.
A national treasure jar.
The fate of a country.
The only thing Chen Mo knew was that he saw black and white impermanence before the teleportation.
