The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 364 - 299: Desert

During the photo incident, Qinghan remained silent throughout, leaving his stance utterly unpredictable, open to any interpretation.

However, with Moli’s disappearance, our ’rehashing’ explained everything. While Lilith casually chatted with them, she revealed that Qinghan was very distant towards Moli, yet inseparable from . She sighed, saying this world was unfriendly to her—running into an ancient tomb only to be fed dog food, leaving a single dog with nowhere to hide.

anwhile, Cheng Xuelin described as if I were Eastern Invincible, fighting monsters within the tomb with a single embroidery needle—just short of shouting the slogan for Eastern Sect Leader’s eternal supremacy.

I quickly told him to simr down, as one fears fa, just like pigs fear weight gain. Unlike Qinghan and Lilith, I need to exist low-key in this human world.

If anyone seriously questioned it, asking why I’m so formidable, exceeding human limits—wouldn’t that be unscientific, prompting more research...

Wouldn’t I be exposed then!

Luckily, people who heard Cheng Xuelin’s remarks dismissed them as gross exaggerations, and he truly did overstate things.

Mainly because he hadn’t actually seen my "Ultimate Skill"; he only heard how the Kobold died from and didn’t witness the legendary "Blood Drop."

Experts didn’t believe his imagined tales, and for amateurs, it just sounded like a martial arts novel, so everyone assud he was just embellishing for fun.

Since I saved his life, his evaluation of might be heavily subjective.

So, when I rejoined a new team, the mbers weren’t inclined to view differently.

Due to high frontline casualty rates, a team rarely maintains the sa personnel for long, so changing captains and adding new mbers is quite frequent. Temporary formations are common, as long as there aren’t "two captains" in one team, mbers get along well.

There weren’t many people on this mission, only five counting , making for quick, light-packing operations.

The day before boarding the plane, Qinghan created a group and pulled everyone involved in the mission.

So, we chatted beforehand, reducing the unfamiliarity upon eting.

The last rescue mission ca suddenly, with a "scholarly" bias in the team, but this ti all five were combat experts—no, skilled in both arts and combat, except .

My understanding of modern societal culture cos from the internet and others’ narratives, and is far from comparable to those who’ve attended college, graduate, or doctoral schools.

Thus, when the team has experts, I rarely voice opinions. For instance, listening to discussions on desert terrain, climate, potential dangers—of course, we were briefed on possible mission challenges, needed supplies, and equipnt already prepared by higher-ups.

Their discussions were broader, including desert formation and legends. I enjoy stories, so I listened intently to the legends.

During the flight, apart from eating and resting, they were always storytelling.

This ti, our destination is Kangaroo Country. Its desert comprises four parts, nearly the size of all Mongolia, with residents mostly living along the coast. Before tourism picked up, the desert was a forsaken wasteland.

I initially wondered, since it’s a tourist area, why ntion a Death Desert?

If such a place existed, wouldn’t it be worldwide news?

Though the Bamuda Triangle is overhyped and famous, why hasn’t there been any buzz around this?

It was only when hearing Qinghan brief about the mission that I learned the Death Zone appeared a year ago, and Kangaroo Country’s authorities had sealed the news.

Fortunately, few linger in that area, and tourists at most drive through it, barely spotting anyone throughout the day.

For an excuse, Kangaroo Country set warning signs and assigned guards on the desert’s periphery. Tourists typically follow conventional routes, blocking most from entering.

A few non-conformists don’t return once in, so the news hasn’t leaked within the year. Local authorities are constantly figuring out how to ’drive out’ or ’eradicate’ this unexpected guest.

They’ve sent several batches into the area with less success than acceptable losses.

Once our contact reached them, they imdiately agreed, having tried nurous thods before, now opting to try Eastern Mystic.