Tomb Raiding: From the Start, I Sign In for True Dragon Bloodline in the 1980s

I was examining a fragment of a tomb-raiding manual in the provincial library when I closed my eyes and transmigrated to Beijing in the 1980s. A god-tier tomb-raiding sign-in System bound to me, and my beginner’s gift pack contained the bloodline of a true dragon and a five-hundred-cubic-meter storage space. Outside my window lay an era full of opportunities. Mosquitoes wouldn’t come near me, and evil spirits gave me a wide berth. In this world of tomb raiding, I’d be the first person to go wherever I pleased.