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My life as a Tomb Raider in Nanyang

I was just a young man from Singapore when I threw myself into the world of tomb raiding. From the shadowy tombs of Indonesia to the hidden treasures of Philippines, my search for fortune led me deep into the unknown. But what I found wasn’t just treasure—it was a world of the supernatural, filled with mysteries that still haunt me. Curious? Grab a coffee, settle in, and dive into the tales of what really lies beneath the surface.

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Mountain Ghosts

"Let me try to get to the top." Sea Snake Fang volunteered to scout ahead for us.

We held our weapons tight as we watched him slowly trying to get up the wall.

The wall's surface was rocky and had many grip points for Sea Snake Fang to use.

When he was five meters high, a rock suddenly came down at him.

Someone on top had thrown it at him.

"Look out!" I shouted, warning him about the danger.

Sea Snake Fang leaped to the side and held onto a bump with his right hand.

"There's another one!"

Another rock the size of a soccer ball was thrown down at him again.

Having no choice, Sea Snake Fang shouted at us, "Watch out!"

And he let go of his grip.

When he landed, he rolled to cushion the impact on his legs.

"Damn you! Let me finish you off!" Firecracker Tan took out a glass jar bomb and wanted to throw it to the top.

I quickly grabbed his hand and stopped him.