Tomb Raiding: I Woke Up in the 1980s

A buzzing filled his skull, and his temples throbbed. Lin Yang struggled to open his eyes. The shelves of the provincial library were gone. A fluorescent lamp hung in midair, casting mottled shadows on peeling walls. The cramped room had green-painted walls plastered with New Year prints, and a red-bottomed enamel mug bore the words "Serve the People." Outside, he heard bicycle bells and people calling out to trade gas canisters. The 1980s? He had transmigrated, and a golden finger, a hardcore tomb-raiding System, had bound itself to him. The fusion of a true dragon bloodline unleashed a surge of searing heat. The pain of his soul being remade seeped out from his marrow. He would begin settling the score for this life by getting used to his new bones.