Lu Chen haggled a bronze artifact down to five hundred yuan at Panjiayuan and found a hidden System inside it when he got home.
The System was called "Yuan." It was quiet and imposing, and the word it said most often was "...Obnoxious."
Lu Chen: "Can you use a different word?"
Yuan: "...Obnoxious."
Then there's his younger brother, a human-shaped weapon: taciturn, one punch per villain, and stingy with words.
Lu Chen: "Little bro, say a few more words."
Lu Ye: "...Shut up."
Seven interlocking locks, seven ancient tombs, countless venomous insects buried with the dead, and the ancient Zhuyin.
Other people have a one-in-nine chance of surviving a tomb raid. Lu Chen goes tomb raiding.
"Hey, buddy, is that knife you're holding for cutting watermelons?"
"This is my turf. I collect treasures, not corpses. But with brains like yours, I'd recommend having them collected."
"All done. Next time, bring someone decent to play with me."
His father disappeared ten years ago, leaving behind half a tattered scroll, a space, a dagger, and a huge mess.
Lu Chen: "Old man, I'll take over this game of yours."
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