A Rich Harvest! Money Bags Explode!

A Bountiful Harvest! The Money Bag Exploded!

The moment Ian stepped into the square burial chamber, the stone slab beneath his feet let out a faint crack.

"Ah, classic." He raised an eyebrow, glanced down at the sunken stone brick, then looked around—the walls were riddled with densely packed holes, enough to trigger anyone's trypophobia.

It was as though countless eyes were peering out from the darkness at those outside.

Inside them—

Were all scarabs.

"Good stuff!"

Naturally, Ian was thrilled.

He was neither an archaeologist nor a tomb raider, but a Potions master. To him, these holes were not a scalp-prickling horror, but a treasure trove filled with potion ingredients.

That was precisely why Ian, as a Potions master, felt no fear at all. On the contrary, he was delighted. Ancient resources were truly abundant—scarabs were an extremely rare species in later generations.

For advanced potions.

"Quick! Come here! My darlings!"

Ian knew exactly what to do. He chose to approach the sarcophagus near the center. Since it was inlaid with turquoise, the deceased within was clearly either wealthy or noble.

The scarabs were a tomb-guarding trap.

Sure enough.

Ian had barely begun to move.

Rumble—!

A chilling rustling came from the holes in the walls, as though countless tiny metal claws were scraping against stone. The next second, a black tide of insects burst forth!

The bronze-colored scarabs were each as large as a fist. Their shells gleamed with a cold metallic luster, their mandibles were sharp as blades, and their six legs clicked harshly as they crawled.

"Bzz bzz bzz~" The scarabs cried out as they surged in from every direction like a tide, instantly carpeting the floor of the burial chamber and crazily crawling toward Ian!

Yet, faced with a sight that would have terrified any